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BALTIMORE. 
PUBLISHED    BY   ARMSTRONG   &  PIASKITT, 

JVo  134,  Market-street. 

R.  S,  Matchett,  printer. 

1822. 


DISTRICT  OF  MARYLAJ^D—to  wit: 

feE  IT  REMEMBERED,  Thatonthesixteenthday  of  April,intlif 
^  -5SH,Jtf«.^forty-first  year  of  the  Independence  of  the  United  Stat«$ 

y  SEAL,  rof  America,  JOHN  J.  HARROD,  of  the  said  district,  hath 
A^  ._j^i>deposited  in  this  office,  the  title  of  a  book,  the  right  •where* 

A.T!r  "or  r^f  }^g  clahns  as  proprietor,  in  the  words  following,  to  wit:— 

*•  Social  and  Camp-Meeting  Songs,  for  the  Pious.  While  I  lire  I 
will  praise  the  Lord Psalm  cxivi.  2." 

In  conformity  to  the  act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United  States,  enti- 
tled "An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies 
of  maps,  charts,  and  books,  to  tlie  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  co- 
pies during  tie  times  therein  mentioned;"  and  also  '.o  an  act,  entitled 
•An  act  supplementary  to  an  act,  entitled  "An  act  for  the  encourage- 
ment of  learning  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps^  charts,  and  books  to 
the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times  therein 
mentioned;'  and  extending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designingj 
eueravingi  and  etching  historical  and  other  prints." 

PHILIP  MOORE, 
Clerk  of  the  Bistrict  of  Manjlancf, 


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CAMP-MEETING  SONGS. 


HYMN  1.    P.  M. 

:1.  YE  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming  for  glory. 
Enlisted  with  Jesus  to  fight  against  hell, 
^ew  Canaan's  bright  borders  are  now  just 
before  jou, 
Though  Jordan's  proud  billows  its  banks 
overswell. 
Ten  thousand  have  cross'd  it,  and  are  now 
in  glory, 
.A  shouting    and    telling  the  triumphant 
story ; 
And  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  will  bring  us  all 
over, 
In  the  land  of  sweet  Canaan,  for  ever  to 
dwell. 

%  This  makes  my  heart  joyful,  it  fills  me  with 
pleasure. 
That  suff 'ring  and  toiling  will  gne  day  be 
o'er. 


At  the  feet  of  my  Saviour  I'll ,  there  count 
my  treasure. 
Where  sin,  pain,  and  sorrow  can  reach  me 
no  more. 
Be  bold   and  courageous,  and  fear  not  the 
devil. 
Though  he  should  speak  of  you  all  man- 
ner of  evil. 
For  though    Satan  rages,  yet  Jesus  engages 
To  bring  us  all  shouting  to  Canaan's  bright 
shore. 

3   Like  ships  on  the  ocean  we're  toss'd  by  com- 
motion. 
But  Christ  is  the  pilot,  and  he's  a  sure 
guide : 
If  sick  and  afflicted,  kind  love  has  a  lotion 
Which   flows  in  abundance  from  Jesus's 
side. 
Though  Satan's  wild  whirlwinds  like  deluges 
roaring. 
And  floods  of  temptation  as  hail  are  down 
pouiing, 
Though  devils  should  haunt  you,  yet  let  them 
not  daunt  you, 
For  Jesus  rules  over  the  wind  and  the 
tide. 

4,  I  feel  I  is  love  blazing,  my  spirits  are  raising, 
Had  I  angel's  pinions,  away  would  I  go. 
And  see  that  bright  city,  and  hear  angels 
praising, 
And  all  the  enjoyment  of  glory  to  know. 


To  our  great  Ctod  and  Father,  that  shines 
throughout  heaven, 
All  glory  froni  saints  and  from  angels  be 

fiven ; 
eart*s   all    on  fire,    my    Jesus  draws 
nigher. 
His  love,  like  an  ocean,  all  through  me  doth 
flow. 

5.  His  love  so  constrains  me,  this  earth  can*t 
contain  me, 
My  soul  is  so  joyful,  I'm  fill'd  with  new 
wine, 
'Tis  grace  that  supports  me,  and  glory  awaits 
me, 
While  beams  from  sweet  heav*n  all  round 
me  doth  shine. 
Bright  angels  attend  me  where'er  I  am  go* 
ing, 
Sweet  Jesus  directs  me,  whatever  I'm  do- 

A  subject  of  wonder,  on  which  angels  pon- 
der. 
That  beggars  are  raised  to  a  life  so  divine. 


HYMN  2. 

On  the  Passion* 

1.  Saw  ye  my  Saviour!  Saw  ye  my  Saviour! 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 


s 

Oh!  he  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and 
me. 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2.  He  was  extended!  He  was  extended! 
Shamefully  nail'd  to  the  cross  ; 
Oh!  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died,  thus  my  Lord 
was  crucified. 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

5.  Jesus  hung  bleeding!  Jesus  hung  bleeding! 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain  ; 
Oh!  the  sun  refus'd  to  shine,  when  his  ma- 
jesty divine. 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

4.  Darkness  prevailed!  darkness  prevailed! 

Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land, 
O!  the  solid  rocks  were  rent  thro*  creation's 
vast  extent. 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God  man. 

5.  When  it  was  finish'd,  when  it  was  finish'd, 

And,  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalm'd  in 
spices  sweet, 
And  in  a  new  sepulchre  was  laid. 

6.  Hail,  mighty  Saviour!  hall,  mighty  Saviourl 

Prince  and  the  author  of  peace. 
Oh!  he  burst  the  bands  of  death,  and  trium- 
phant thro*  the  east, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  blias> 


7,  Now  intercedino;!  now  interceding! 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live  ; 
Grjing  Father,  I  have  died!   0  behold  my 
hands  and  side. 
To  redeem  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive. 

8.  I  will  forgive  them,  T  will  forgive  them. 

If  they'll  repent  and  believe. 
Let  them  now  return  to  me  and  bereconcil'd 
to  thee. 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


HYMN  3. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace. 
The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  joy  and  peace, 
That  bears  the  fruits  of  righteousness. 

And  kept  by  Jesu's  power ; 
Their  trespasses  are  all  forgiv'n. 
They  antedate  the  joys  of  heavcH^ 

In  rapturous  lays, 

Shout  the  praise. 

Of  Jesu's  grace. 

To  a  lost  race 
Of  sinners  brought  to  happiness. 
Through  the  atoning  blood  of  Jesus. 

Satan  may  tempt,  and  hell  may  rage. 
And  all  the  powers  of  earth  besiege. 
Their  united  strength  at  once  engage, 
To  pluck  a  sent  from  Jesns ; 
1  * 


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The  faithful  soul  laughs  them  to  scorn. 
He's  heaven  bound  and  heaven  borm 

He*ll  watch  and  pray 

Night  and  day. 

Fight  his  way, 

Win  the  day, 
And  all  his  enemies  dismay. 
Through  the  mighty  name  of  Jesu^. 

3.  0  monster  death,  thy  sting  is  drawn, 
O  boasting  grave,  no  trophies  won. 
The  soul  triumphs  through  grace  alon,§i. 

To  see  the  face  of  Jesus : 
At  length  it  bids  the  world  adieu, 
"With  al  I  its  vanity  and  show, 

The  soul  it  flies. 

Through  the  skies. 

To  paradise. 

And  join  its  voice 
In  rapturous  lays  of  love  and  praise 
To  the  blessed  name  of  Jesus. 

4.  When  Gabriel's  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
And  rend  the  rocks,  convulse  the  ground, 
And  swear  that  time  is  at  an  end. 

Arise,  and  come  to  judgment ; 
See  lightnings  flash,  and  thunder  roll. 
This  earth  wrapt  like  a  parchment  scroll ; 

Comets  blaze. 

Sinners  raise 

Dread  amaze. 

And  horror  seitk 


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The  guilty  sons  of  Adam's  race. 
Unsaved  from  sin  by  Jesus. 

The  Christian  fill'd  with  rapturous  joy, 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  he  mounts  on  high 
To  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  sky, 
And  see  the  face  of  Jesus ; 
The  soul  and  body  re-unite. 
And  fill'd  with  glory  infinite. 

Blessed  day,  ' 

Christians  say, 

Will  you  pray. 

That  we  may 
All  join  that  happy  company, 
To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus. 


HYMN  4.    P.M. 

1.  YE  sons  of  war  I  pray  draw  near 
And  list  as  generous  volunteers. 
Become  our  royal  brothers  here, 

I  mean  as  valiant  soldiers ; 
You'll  enter  into  present  pay. 
And  feasting  live  from  day  to  day. 
Turn  right  about  and  march  away, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

2.  Ye  careless  sons  of  Adam's  race. 
Who  long  have  trod  in  folly's  ways, 
O  turn  about  to  Zion's  face. 

And  meet  Apollyon's  forces  ; 


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©ird  on  your  sword  and  glittering  shield. 
And  with  your  helmet  take  the  Seld, 
And  fight  your  way,  and  never  yield. 
And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

3.  The  bounty  you  shall  have  in  hand. 
If  you  will  list  in  Jesu's  band, 
Your  captain  in  the  front  will  stand 

And  beat  your  foes  before  you ; 
Come  throw  your  rebel  weapons  down, 
And  seek  for  honour  and  renown. 
And  you  shall  wear  a  starry  crown. 

For  Jesus  will  support  you. 

4.  You  long  have  been  the  slaves  of  sin, 
With  dire  corruption  deep  within, 
The  Christian  warfare  now  begin. 

And  face  Apollyon*s  forces; 
The  breast-plate  take  of  righteousness. 
Your  feet  be  shod  with  gospel  peace^ 
Be  daily  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

5.  Desert  the  cause  of  heaven's  foe, 
Before  you  plunge  in  endless  woe. 
Now  courage  take,  to  Jesus  go, 

And  he  will  now  receive  you  ; 
From  sin  and  Satan  you'll  get  free,* 
And  happy  seasons  you  shall  see. 
And  gain  the  Christian's  liberty, 

FoF  Jesfts  will  support  you. 


6.  No  more  in  Satan's  ranks  appear. 
But  to  our  banner  pray  draw  near, 
We*n  win  the  day,  you  need  not  fear. 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose  us. 
Our  captain  he  is  always  brave. 
And  able  still  his  men  to  save  ; 
He  conquered  death,  hell  and  the  grave, 

And  he  will  still  support  you, 

r.  Let  not  sinners  you  affright, 

Although  they  rage  and  vent  their  spite. 
Wear  but  the  Christian's  armour  right. 

And  none  can  stand  before  you. 
Although  your  parents  should  oppose^ 
Your  dearest  friends  become  your  foes. 
Yet  sweetly  with  the  gospel  close, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

8.  And  when  the  war  is  at  an  end. 
Our  captain  still  will  be  our  friend. 
We'll  wing  our  way,  and  up  ascend. 

To  reign  with  him  in  glory. 
Tlien  all  our  tears  be  wip'd  away. 
Our  night  be  turn'd  to  endless  day. 
And  on  our  golden  harps  we'll  play, 

The  joyful  song  of  heaven. 

HYMN  5.    P.  M. 

I.  0  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit. 
With  love  and  thanksgiving,  fall  down  at  thy 
feet. 


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The  sacrifice  offer,  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood. 
To  thee  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my 
God. 

^.  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord, 
I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  trust  in  thy  word, 
I  love  thee,  1  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost 

know. 
But  how  much  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show. 

S.  Pm  happy,  I'm  happy,  O  wond'rous  account. 
My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount, 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
"With  angels  my  kindred,  and  Jesus  my  dear. 

4.  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  T  am  blest. 

My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest. 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my 

song, 
Thy  love  doth  inspire  both  ray  heart  and  my 

tongue. 

5.  O  who  is  like  Jesus?  he  is  Salem's  bright  king, 
He  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to 

sing; 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud 

and  shrill. 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  m}^  spirit  doth  fill. 

HYMN  6. 

i,  FROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo!  an  angel  de- 
scended. 
And  told  the  strange  news,  how  the  babe  was 
attended ; 


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Go  shepherds  and  visit  the  wonderful  strfm- 

See  yonder  bright  star,  there's  your  God  in 
a  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  lamb,  who  has  purchased 

our  pardon, 
WeHl  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over 

Jordan. 

2.  Glad  tidings  I  bring,  unto  you  and  each  na- 

tion, 

Glad  tidings  of  joy,  now  behold  your  salva- 
tion; 

Then  suddenly  multitudes  rais'd  their  glad 
voices. 

And  shout  hallelujahs,  while  heaven  rejoices. 
Chor.  Hallelujah,  ^c, 

3.  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given^ 
All  glory  to  God  is  re-echo'd  in  heaven; 
Around  the  whole  earth,  let  us  tell  the  glad 

story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation  and  glory. 
Chor^  Hallelujah,  ^c, 

4.  Enraptured  I  burn,  with  delight  and  desire. 
Such  love,  so  divine,  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire; 
Around    the  bright  throne  hosannahs  are 

ringing, 
O  when  shall  I  join  them,  and  ever  be  singing. 
€hor.  Hallelujah,  Scc, 


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5.  0  Jesus  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious. 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou'lt  make  n5 

victorious; 
Thj  banner  unfurl,  let  the  nations  surren-, 

der. 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour,  their  God,  and 
defender. 

Chor.  Hallelujahy  S^c 

HYMN  7.    P.  M. 

V.  BRIGHT  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sensfe, 

And  all  my  passions  capture, 
Et  rnal  beauties  round  me  shine, 

Infusing  warmest  rapture. 
I  dive  in  pleasures,  deep  and  full 

In  swelling  waves  of  glory; 
And  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  soul, 

And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 

j2.  I  feast  on  honey,  milk  and  wine, 

I  drink  perpetual  sweetness ; 
Mount  Zion's  beauties  round  me  shine. 

While  Christ  unfolds  his  glory! 
No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys. 

Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them ; 
Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 

Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems. 

3.  My  captivated  spirit  flies. 

Through  shining  worlds  of  beauty, 
Dissolved  in  blushes,  loud  I  cry, 
Inpraises  loud  and  mighty. 


if 


And  here  I'll  sing  and  swell  the  strain, 

Of  harmony  delighted ; 
And  with  the  millions  learn  the  notes 

Of  saints  in  Christ  united. 

4.  The  bliss  that  rolls  through  those  above, 

Through  those  in  glory  seated, 
Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing, 

Ten  thousand  times  repeated : 
Dart  through  my  soul  in  radiant  flame, 

Constraining  loudest  praises : 
O'erwhelming  all  my  powers  with  joy, 

While  all  within  me  blazes. 

5.  When  earth  and  sea  shall  be  no  more, 

And  all  their  glory  perish. 
When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  to  shine. 

And  stars  at  midnight  languish. 
My  joys  refin'd  shall  higher  shine, 

With  heav'n's  radiant  glory. 
And  tell  through  one  eternal  day. 

Love's  all  immortal  story. 


HYMN  8.    P.  M. 

1.  O  HOW  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming;  of  God, 
And  sought  him  by  praying  and  searching  his 

word. 
With  watching  and  fasting  my  soul  was  op- 

prest. 
Nor  would  I  give  over  till  Jesus  had  blest. 


IS 

2.  The  news  of  his  mercy,  at  length  tUd  appear. 
According  to  promise,  he  answered  my  prayer; 
And  glory  is  opened  in  floods  on  my  soul, 
Salvation,  fromZion's  beginning  to  roll. 

S.  The  news  of  his  mercy  is  spreading  abroad. 
And  sinners  come  crying  and  weeping  to  God, 
Their  mourning  and  praying  is  heard  very 

loud, 
And  thousands  find  pardon  in  Jesus's  blood. 

4.  Here's  more,  my  dear  Saviour,  who  fall  at 

thy  feet, 
Opprest  by  a  burden  enormously  great; 
O  raise  them,  my  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
And  shout  hallelujah  like  angels  above. 

5.  I'll  sing,  and  I'll  shout,  and  I'll  shout  and  Til 

sing, 
O  God  make  the  nations  with  praises  to  ring. 
With  loud  acclamations  of  J6sus's  love. 
And  carry  us  all  to  the  city  above. 

6.  We'll  wait  for  his  chariot,  it  seems  to  draw 

near, 
O  come  my  dear  Saviour,  let  glory  appear; 
We  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above, 
AVitli  angels  o'erwhelmed  in  Jesus's  love. 

HYMN  9. 

1.  ALMIGHTY  love  inspire  my  heart  with 
pure  desire, 
0ntil  the  sacred  fire  my  soul  doth  renew. 


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I  love  the  blessed  Jesus,  on  whom  each  augel 

gazes. 
And  symphony  increases,  above  the  etherial 

blue. 

CHORUS. 

O  give  him  gloi'y,  0  give  him  glory, 

0  give  him  glory,  for  glory  is  his  own,' 

1  will  give  him  glory,  I  will  give  him  glory, 
I  will  give  him  glory,  for  glory  is  his  own, 

2.  My  tender  hearted  Jesus,  thy  love  my  soul 
amazes, 
Who  came  from  heav'n  to  save  us,  when  lost 

.and  undone; 
No  angel  could  redeem  us,  no  seraph  could 

retrieve  us. 
No  arm  could  relieve  us,  but  Jesus  alone. 

5.  In  him  I  have  believed,  he  has  my  soul  re- 
trieved, 

From  sin  he  has  redeemed  my  soul  that  was 
dead. 

And  now  I  love  my  Saviour,  for  I  am  in  his  fa- 
vour. 

And  hope  with  him  for  ever,  the  golden 
streets  to  tread. 

4.  Yet  here  awhile  I  stay,  in  hope  of  that  glad 
<Jay, 
Till  I'm  call'd  away  to  the  mansioHS  above. 


so 


There  to  enjoy  the  treasure  of  unconsuming 

pleasure, 
And  shout  in  highest  measure,  hallelujahs  of 

love. 
Chor.  0  give  him  glory,  S^c, 


HYMN  10.    P.  M. 

1.  HOW  lost  was  my  condition 

'Till  Jesus  made  me  whole; 
There  is  but  one  physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul : 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me. 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

2.  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  to  sin,. 
On  every  part  it  seizes. 

But  rages  most  within : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever. 

And  madness  all  combin'd. 
And  none  but  a  believer. 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3.  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  sought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 
And  added  to  my  pain. 


Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me, 
Son)e  gave  me  up  for  lost; 

Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd, 

4.  At  length  this  great  physician, 
(How  matchless  is  his  grace,) 
Accepted  my  petition. 
And  undertook  my  case : 
•    First  gave  me  sight  to  view  hira. 
For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him, 
1  look'd,  and  I  was  heal*d. 

5.  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith. 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us. 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  then,  to  this  physician. 

His  help  he'll  freely  give. 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only  look  and  live. 

HYMN  11. 

1.  MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David! 
Thus  blind  Bartemus  he  pray'd, 
Otl  ers  by  thy  grace  are  saved. 

Now  vouchsafe  to  me  thy  aid : 
For  his  crj  ing  many  chid  lum. 

But  he  pray'd  the  louder  still, 
'Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bid  him. 
Come  and  £tsk  me  what  you  will 
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S.  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted. 

Though  by  begging  us*cl  to  live. 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted. 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give: 
Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness. 

Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day. 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 

Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3.  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  singing. 

Publishing  to  all  around : 
Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing. 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found! 
O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advis'd  by  me ; 
Sure  if  they  would  come  unto  him, 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 

4.  Now  I  freely  leave  my  garments, 

Follow  Jesus  in  the  way. 
He  will  guide  me  by  his  counsel. 

Lead  me  to  eternal  day; 
There  I  shall  behold  my  Saviour, 

Spotless,  innocent  and  pure. 
There  with  him  to  reign  for  ever. 

If  I  to  the  end  endure. 


HYMN  12.    L.  M. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 


Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  the  narrow,  happy  road. 

CHORUS, 

We^re  all  united  heart  and  hand. 
Joined  in  one  band  completely  ; 
We've  marching  through  ImmanueVs  land 
Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly, 

2   Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet. 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street ; 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  its  spite. 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

Chor»  We*re  all  united,  ^c» 

3.  That  happy  day  will  soon  appear. 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear 
Sound  through  the  earth,  yea,  down  to  hell. 
And  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

Chor,  We're  all  united,  S^c. 

4.  Behold  the  world  in  burning  flames. 
The  trumpet  louder  still  proclaims. 

The  world  must  hear  and  know  her  doom  j 
The  separation  day  is  come. 

Chor.  We're  all  united,  ^c;. 

5.  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home. 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come. 

While  Christ  the  judge,  these  words  pr(h 

claims, 
"Here  come  my  saints,  I  own  their  names. 
Chor,  We're  all  united,  ^c. 


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G.  "Ye  everlasting  gates  fly  wide ; 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  brifie  ; 
Ye  harps  of  heav'n  now  sound  aloud, 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood  " 

Chor.   We're  all  united^  ^c. 

7.  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line. 

In  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine  ; 
See  saints  and  ani^els  join  in  one. 
And  march  in  splendour  to  the  throne. 

Chor.  TVe're  all  united,  ^c. 

8.  They  stand  and  wonder  and  look  on  ; 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  raptures  set  their  souls  on  fire. 

Chor.  fVe're  all  united,  ^c. 

HYMN  IS. 

1.  HAIL!  sov'reign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  : 
Hail'  matchless  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2.  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought,  with  hands  uplifted  high, 
Despis'd  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3.  Enwrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
Was  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light. 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 


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4.  But  lo!  tlie  eternal  counsel  ran, 
"Aimi<5hty  love  arrest  the  man!" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress. 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5.  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view. 
To  Sinai's  iiery  mount  I  flew. 

Stern  justice  crj'd,  with  frowning  face. 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

6.  But  lo!  a  heav'nly  voice  I  heard. 
And  mercy  for  my  soul  appear'd  ; 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasant  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding  place. 

7.  Should  seven-fold  storms  of  thunder  roll. 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole. 
No  thunder-bolt  shall  daunt  my  face. 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8.  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell. 
That  might  have  crush'd  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  a  sinful  race. 

And  thus  became  their  hiding  place. 

9.  A  few  more  rolling  scenes  at  most. 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Zion's  coast; 
There  I  shall  sing  a  song  of  grace. 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 


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HYMN  14. 

1.  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  your  farther  go, 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe?       * 
Hel!  beneath  is  gaping  wide. 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  wiil  stop  your  sport  and  pride. 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

CHORUS. 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop. 
For  unless  you  warning  take. 

Ere  you  are  aware,  yjuHl  drop 
Into  a  burning  lake. 

2;  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  Ged, 
That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  tliat  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  daVj 

When  his  judgment  he'll  proclaim  ; 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away. 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

Then  be  entreated,  <|*Cj 

S.  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come. 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom. 

Will  fill  you  with  dispair. 


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All  jour  sins  will  round  you  croud. 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  die; 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud. 

And  what  will  you  reply  ? 

*    Then  he  entreated ,  ^'c. 

4.  Though  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel. 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel. 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  : 
Sinners,  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace  ^ 
Rocks  and  mountains  onus  fall. 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

Then  he  entreated,  ^c, 

5.  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope. 

You  may  his  mercy  know: 
Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow : 
It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died  ; 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come  : 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied — 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 

For  Jesu^s  sake,  I  pray  you  stop,  ^c 

HYMN  15. 

1.  THE  son  of  man  they  did  betray. 
He  was  usudemn'd  and  led  away. 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  : 
Look  on  mount  Calvary. 


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Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along. 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  bj  each  lying  ton2;ue. 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 
Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

S.  'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood  ; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke. 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd. 
And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3.  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold!  in  agonies  he  dies  ; 

O  sinners!  hear  his  mournful  cries. 

Come  see  his  tort'ring  pain. 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd,and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight : 
The  azure  clothed  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  aflVigiit, 
When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 

4.  Hark!  men  and  angels,  hear  the  son. 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O!  there's  none, 
Fie  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stained  with  blood 


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In  lamentations  hear  him  cry, 
"Eloi,  lama  sabacthani!" 
Though  death  maj  close  his  languid  eyes. 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies. 
The  conq'ring  Son  of  God. 

5.  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
"With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking,  say,  "Come  save  the  land. 

Come  try  yourself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  died, 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified ; 
Stern  justice  now  is  satisfied. 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 

6.  Behold!  he  mounts  the  throne  of  stat^. 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

"While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet. 

With  loud  hosannahs  tell : 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains. 
He  lead  the  monster  death  in  chains : 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains. 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains. 
He  conquered  death  and  hell. 

7.  'Tis  done!  the  dreadful  debt  is  paidj 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made : 
Sinners  on  him  your  guilt  was  laidj 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood : 


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For  you  his  tender  sou!  did  move^ 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above. 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love. 
In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

8.  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky  * 
Who  sent  his  son  to  bleed  and  die. 

Glory  to  him  be  giv'n  ; 
While  heav'n  above  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion  sing — his  grace  abounds  ; 

1  hope  to  vshout  eternal  rounds. 

In  flaming  love,  that  knows  no  boundg. 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  16. 

1.  DON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming? 

Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud  f 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him. 
See  how  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd! 

2.  Don't  you  see  his  arms  extended  ? 

Don't  you  hear  his  charming  voice? 
Each  loving  heart  beats  high  for  glory. 
Oh  I  my  Jesus  is  my  choice* 

3.  Don't  you  see  the  saints  ascending? 

Hear  them  shouting  through  the  air  ? 
Jesus  smiling,  trumpets  sounding, 
Now  his  glory  they  shAll  share. 


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4.  Don't  you  see  the  heav'ns  open. 

And  the  saints  in  g;lory  there  ? 
Sliouts  of  triumph  bursting  round  you. 
Glory,  glory,  glory  here! 

5.  Come  backsliders,  tho*  you've  pierc'd  him. 

And  have  causM  his  church  to  mourn  ; 
Yet  you  may  regain  free  pardon. 
If  you  will  to  him  return. 

6.  Now  behold  each  loving  spirit. 

Shout  the  praise  of  his  dear  name  ; 
View  the  smiles  of  their  dear  Jesus, 
While  his  presence  feeds  the  flame. 

7.  There  we'll  range  the  fields  of  pleasure. 

By  our  dear  Redeemer's  side  : 
Shouting  glory,  glory,  glory. 
While  eternal  ages  glide. 


HYNM  17. 

1,  THROUGHOUT  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace. 
Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  distress. 

No  period  else  is  seen  ; 
'Till  he  a  spotless  victim  fell. 
Tasting,  in  soul,  a  painful  hell, 

Caus'd  by  the  creature's  sin. 

%  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  1  see 
My  Saviour  kneel  and  pray  for  me  ; 
For  this  1  him  adore ; 


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Sfeiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout. 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  passage  out 
Through  every  opening  pore. 

3.  The  piercing  thorns  his  temple  bore. 
His  back  with  lashes  all  was  tore, 

Till  thou  the  bones  might  see  ; 
Mocking,  they  push*d  him  here  and  there, 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Pressed  by  the  heavy  tree. 

4.  Thus  up  the  hill  he  painful  came, 

Round   him  they   mocked  and  made  their 
game, 

At  length  his  cross  they  fear. 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load. 

Without  one  thankful  tear  ? 

5.  Thus  veiled  in  humanity. 

He  dies  in  anguish  on  the  tree ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell  ? 
The  shudd'ring  rocks  their  heads  recline. 
The  morning  sun  refus*d  to  shine. 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6.  Shout,  brethren,  shout,  in  songs  divine. 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst : 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher. 
Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir. 

And  laud  the  precious  Christ. 


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HYMN  18. 

J.  LISTED  into  the  cause  of  sin. 
Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music,  alas,  too  long  has  beea 
Press'd  to  obey  the  devil : 
■  Drunken  or  lewd,  or  light  the  lay, 
Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing: 
Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way, 
Down  to  our  utter  ruin. 

£»  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise? 

Innocent  sounds  recover ; 
Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover; 
Strip  him  of  ev'ry  moving  strain, 

Ev'ry  melting  measure ; 
Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain. 

Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

S.  Come,  let  us  try  if  Jesu's  love. 

Will  not  as  well  inspire  us ; 
This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 

This  upon  earth  shall  fire  us: 
Try  if  your  hearts  are  tuned  to  sing; 

Is  there  a  subject  greater  ? 
Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring, 

Jesus's  name  is  sweeter. 

4.  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is. 
His  is  the  noblest  passion ; 
Jesus's  name  is  life  and  peace. 
Happiness  and  salvation. 

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Jesus's  name  the  dead  can  raise. 
Show  us  our  sins  forgiven  : 

Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 
Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 

5.  Who  have  a  right  like  us  to  sing  ? 

Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 
Cheerful  our  hearts  for  Christ  is  king. 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 
Who  of  his  perfect  love  partakes. 

He  ever  more  rejoices : 
Meiody  in  our  hearts  we  make. 

Melody  with  our  voices 

6.  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath. 

He  that  in  God  is  merry. 
Let  him  sing  psalms  the  Spirit  saith. 

Joyful  and  never  weary  ; 
Ofter  the  sacrifice  of  praise, 

In  spirit  never  ceasing; 
Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise. 

Worship  and  thanks  and  blessing. 

7.  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join 

Triumph  in  his  salvation ; 
Glury  ascribe  to  love  divine?. 

Worship  and  adoration. 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Open'd  in  each  believer ; 
Only  believe,  and  then  sing  on. 

Heaven  is  ours  for  ever. 


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HYMN  19.    P.  M. 

.1.  JESUS,  at  thy  command, 
I  launch  into  the  deep. 
And  leave  my  native  land. 
Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep  : 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  re^'ffn. 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

3.  Thou  art  tny  pilot — wise, 

My  compass  is  thy  word : 
My  soul  each  storm  defies. 

While  1  have  such  a  Lord  : 
I'll  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power. 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3.  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep^ 

Through  all  my  passage  lie. 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guard  me  with  his  eye : 
My  anchor,  hope,  will  firm  abide. 
And  ev*ry  boisterous  storm  outride. 

4.  Whene'er  becalm*d  I  lie, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss. 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh. 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss : 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

5.  By  faith  I  see  the  land. 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 


S6 

My  soul,  thy  sails  expand. 
And  fly  to  Jesu*s  breast : 
O  may  I  gain  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  disturb  no  more. 

6.  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  ^ale  of  grace: 
Waft  me  from  all  below. 

To  heaven  my  destin*d  place  : 
There  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find. 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


HYMN  20. 

1.  THE  voice  of  free  grace 

Cries  escape  to  the  mountain. 
For  Adam's  lost  race, 

Christ  hath  open'd  a  fountain  : 
For  sin  and  transgression 

And  ev'ry  pollution. 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 

In  sreams  of  ablution. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 

Who  hafi  purchased  our  pardon? 
We  will  praise  him  again 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

%  That  fountain  so  clear. 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon., 
Trom  Jesus's  side 

Flows  plenteous  redemption: 


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Though  your  sins  were  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely : 

O  come  to  this  fountain. 

Hallelujahf  ^c. 

3.  Blest  Jesus  ride  on. 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
0*er  sin,  death,  and  hell. 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious. 
Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd 

In  the  great  congregation. 
And  saints  shall  delight 

In  ascribing  salvation. 

Hallelujah,  ^c» 

4.  When  on  Zion  we  stand. 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore. 
With  oiir  harps  in  our  hands. 

We  will  praise  him  evermore  ; 
W^e*Il  range  the  bles'  fields. 
On  the  banks  of  the  river. 
And  sing  hallelujahs 
For  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah.,  Sfc» 


HYMN  21.    P.  M. 

1.  YE  jewels  of  my  master. 

Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays. 
Amid  the  beamti  of  glory 
Reflect  immortal  blaze*- 


3S 

Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crown'd, 

Of  heavenly  extraction. 
To  Zion's  city  bound. 

2.  Ye  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 

The  purchase  of  his  blood. 
Who  feed  among  the  lilies. 

Beside  the  purple  flood  ; 
Go  on,  ye  happy  pilgrims. 

Your  journey  still  pursue. 
And  at  an  humble  distance 

I'll  sing  and  follow  too. 

3.  When  T  behold  your  order. 

And  harmony  of  soul. 
And  heard  divinest  numbers 

In  pure  devotion  roll. 
And  gems  immortal  glowing 

With  such  enlivening  grace, 
I  view'd  the  Saviour's  image 

Imprest  on  every  face. 

4.  Speak  often  to  each  other. 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind. 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  join M  ; 
Though  trials  may  await  you. 

The  crown  before  you  lies  ; 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims. 

And  soon  you'll  win  the  pri,;^el 


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5»  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  JesuSi 

In  that  auspicious  day. 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Releas'd  from  cumberous  clay. 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you 

From  worthless  dross  and  tin, 
And  to  this  heavenly  kingdom 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

6.  On  that  important  morning. 

When  bursting  thunders  sound> 
And  nimble  light'nings  waving. 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound,. 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing. 

And  clap  your  joyiul  hands, 
Lo!  you're  redeem'd  for  ever 

From  death's  corrupted  bandSi« 

7,  As  Aaron,  with  his  girdle 

In  shining  jewels  drest, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 

Inscrib'd  upon  his  breast. 
So  will  the  priests  of  Zion, 

Before  the  Father's  throne 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory. 

And  God  their  kindred  own. 

S.  The  golden  bells  will  echo 
Around  the  sacred  hill ; 
,And  sweet  immortal  antheni^, 
The  Yocal  regions  fill  ? 


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In  everlasting  beauty 
The  sliining  millions  stand, 

Safe  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 
Amid  the  promised  landr 

9  We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round. 
And  in  dissolving  raptures 

Be  lost  in  love  profound : 
While  all  the  flaming  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
Witii  hallelujahs  rolling 

From  the  unnumber*d  throng. 

HYMN  22.    P.  M. 

1.  BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 

To  my  raptured  vision, 
AH  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysian : 
Lo !  we  lift  our  lonifingeyes. 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies ; 
Sons  '«f  righteousness,  ;»rise. 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise. 

2.  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freelj^  flash  before  him  « 
Myriads  with  supreme  delight; 

Instantly  adore  hiui; 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  famCj 
Lutes  of  lucid  gol    proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theniet 


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3.  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone. 
Glory  be  to  God  alone. 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One! 

4.  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies, 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us ; 
Join  we  to  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song. 
Sweetest  note  on  mortars  tongue. 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus — Jesus  flow  along. 


HYMN  23.    P.  M. 

1.  COME  and  taste  along  with  me, 
Consolation  running  free ; 
From  my  Father's  wealthy  throne. 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

^.  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone, 
Two  are  better  far  than  one. 
The  more  that  come  with  free  good  v/Wh 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 


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3.  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more, 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share. 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Goodness  running  like  a  stream, 
Through  the  new  Jerusalem  ; 
By  its  constant  breaking  forth. 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  both. 

5.  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud. 
When  they  see  an  heir  of  God, 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  up  the  numbers  more. 

6.  Heav'n  here,  and  heav'n  there. 
Comforts  flowing  every  where, 
This  I  boldly  can  attest. 
That  my  soul  has  got  a  taste. 

r.  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home. 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume  ; 
Gleaning  manna  on  the  road. 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 


HYMN  24.    L.M. 

1.  OH!  give  me.  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn. 
My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn  ; 
Give  me,  with  broken  heart,  to  see 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 


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2.  0  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  the  wond'rous  sight : 
O  that  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3.  I'd  hang  around  his  feet,  and  cry, 
Lord,  save  a  soul  condemn*d  to  die ; 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

4.  Father  of  mercy,  drop  thy  frown. 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son  ; 
And  with  my  broken  heart  comply, 
O  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die. 

5.  0  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt. 
If  thou  wilt  ease  me  of  my  guilt ; 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry 
And  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die. 

6.  O  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell. 
Or  else  with  devils  1  must  dwell  j 
Oh,  might  I  enter,  now  I'm  come. 
Lord  Jesus  save  me  or  I'm  gone. 


HYMN  25.    P.  M. 

L  0  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  dwell  with  him  above. 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 
Of  everlasting  love  ? 


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When  shall  I  be  deliverd, 
From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 

And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  r 

2.  But  now  I  am  a  soldier. 

My  captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear  ; 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give. 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3,  Through  grace,  I  am  determin'd 

To  conquer  though  I  die. 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly: 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  them  all  adieu, 
And  you  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles. 

And  trials  on  the  way. 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 
And  when  your  race  is  ended 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 


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5.  0  do  not  be  discourag'd. 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend : 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you. 

Though  often  you  request ; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer. 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

HYMN  26.    P.  M. 

Description  of  Christ. 

1 .  0  THOU,  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight. 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call  ; 
My  comfort  by  day. 
And  ray  song  in  the  night. 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

^,  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 
Resort  with  thy  sheep. 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley 
Of  deatn  should  I  weep. 

Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove. 

3.  O  why  should  I  wander 
An  alien  from  thee. 
And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  : 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice. 
When  my  sorrows  they  see. 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed, 

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4.  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 

Declare,  have  you  seen 
The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 

Say  if  in  your  tents 

My  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

5  This  is  my  Beloved, 

His  form  is  divine,  • 

His  vestments  shed  odours  around ; 

The  locks  on  his  head 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

6  The  roses  of  Sharon, 

The  lilies  that  grow. 
In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams. 

On  his  cheek  in  the  beauty 

Of  excellence  blow — 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams 

7  His  voice,  as  the  sound 

Of  the  dulcimer  sweet. 
Is  Iieard  through  the  shadows  of  death  ; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 

Bow  at  his  feet. 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

8.  His  lips  as  a  fountain 

Of  righteousness  flow, 
That  waters  the  garden  of  grace, 

From  which  their  salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know. 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 


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9.  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids, 

And  scatters  delight 
Thro*  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  : 

Their  faces  the  cherubims 

Veil  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 

10.  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand 

Of  angels  rejoice. 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 

He  speaks,  and  eternity 

Fill'd  with  his  voice. 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

SECOND  PART. 

1.  HIS  vestments  of  righteousness 

Who  shall  describe! 
Its  purity,  words  would  defile  . 

The  heav'ns  from  his  presence 

Fresh  beauties  imbibe. 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smile. 

2.  Such  is  my  Beloved, 

In  excellence  bright. 
When  pleas'd  he  looks  down  from  abovpj 

Like  the  morn  when  he  breathes 

From  the  chambers  of  light. 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 

3.  But  when  arm'd  with  vengeance. 

In  terror  he  comes. 
The  nations  rebellious  to  tame. 


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The  reins  of  omnipotent 
Power  he  assumes. 
And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame. 

4.  A  two-edged  sword 

From  his  mouth  issues  forth. 
Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes ; 

He  speaks,  and  black  tempests 

Are  seen  in  the  north. 
And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 

'5,  Ten  thousand  destructions. 
That  wait  for  his  word. 
And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath. 
Fly  swift  as  the  wind 
At  the  nod  of  their  Lord, 
And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death. 

6.  His  cloud-bursting  thunders 
Their  voices  resound. 
Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high ; 
'Till  from  the  deep  centre 
Loud  echoes  rebound. 
And  meet  the  quick  flame  in  the  sky. 

r.  The  portals  of  heav'n 
At  his  bidding  obey, 

And  expand  ere  his  banner  appear ; 
Earth  trembles  beneath, 
'Till  her  mountains  give  way, 

And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 

8.  When  he  treads  on  the  clouds 
As  the  dust  of  his  feet. 
And  grasps  the  big  storm  in  his  hand 


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"What  eye  the  fierce  glance 
Of  his  anger  shall  meet. 
Or  who  in  his  presence  shall  stand. 


HYMN  27.    L.  M. 

1   0  GOD,  my  heart  with  love  inflame. 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name. 
Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice  ; 
Then  I  will  shout,  then  I  will  sing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring; 
I'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore. 
On  that  eternal,  happy  shore. 

2.  0  hope  of  glory,  Jesus,  come! 

And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home  ;■ 

For  the  small  remnant  of  my  days 

I  want  to  sirig  and  shout  thy  praise. 

O  give  me.  Lord,  a  heart  to  pray. 

And  live  rejoicing  ev'ry  day  ; 

To  give  thee  thanks  in  ev'ry  thing. 

And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 

3.  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lie. 

Lord,  give  me  strength  to  shout  and  pray: 
And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath. 
Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 
Then,  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come 
My  body  follow  to  the  tomb  : 
And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road, 
iLoud  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 


so 

4  Then  you  below,  and  I  above, 

We'll  shout  and  praise  the  God  we  love, 
Until  the  great  tremendous  day. 
When  Gabriel's  trump  shall  wake  our  clay  ; 
Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we'll  spring, 
And  shout,  O  Death,  wliere  is  thy  stingl 

0  Grave,  where  is  the  vie  ory! 
We'll  shout  to  all  eternity. 

5  Our  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize, 
Then  shall  the  sov'reign  of  the  skies. 
With  smiles  unto  his  children  say. 
Come  reign  with  me  in  endless  day 
Then  on  that  happy,  happy  shore. 
We'll  shout  and  sing  our  suff'rings  o'er. 
We'll  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

HYMN  28.    L.  M. 

1.  THIS  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show. 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hathjoys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  r 

2,  0  glorious  hour!  O  blest  abode! 

1  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

5.  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  last  trumpet's  jovful  sound : 
Then  burst  the  chains  witli  sweet  surprise. 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


HYMN  29.    C.  M. 

h  FROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain 
And  from  this  earthly  clod. 
Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

2.  Say,  what  is  there  below  the  sky, 

Or  all  the  paths  tiiou'st  trod. 
Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys. 
Like  fellowship  with  God? 

3.  Not  life  nor  all  the  toys  of  art. 

Nor  pleasure's  flow'ry  road. 
Canto  my  soul  such  bliss  impart 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4.  Not  health  nor  friendship  here  below, 

Nor  wealth,  that  golden  load, 
Can  such  delights  and  comforts  show 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

5.  When  I  in  love  am  made  to  bear 

Affliction's  needful  rod. 
Light,  sweet,  and  kind  the  strokes  appear, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

6.  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  bla  t. 

And  dark  distraction's  road, 
I'm  happy,  if  I  can  but  taste 
Some  fellowship  with  God 


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7.  And  when  the  icy  arms  of  deaths 

Shall  chill  \\\y  flowing  blood. 
With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

8.  AVhen  t  at  last  to  heav'n  ascend. 

And  join  that  bless'd  abode  ; 
There  an  eternity  Til  spend 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

HYMN  SO    P.  M. 

1.  THERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure. 

Where  streams  of  joy  for  ever  roll  j: 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure. 

And  there  I  hope  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me. 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray  ; 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 

A  liglit  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2.  My  way  is  full  of  danger. 

But  it's  the  path  that  leads  to  God  ; 
Then,  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

I'll  dauntless  keep  the  happy  road. 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  helmlet,  breastplate,  and  my  shield. 
And  fight  the  host  of  Satan, 

Until  I  gain  the  heavenly  field. 

3.  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guarded  by  my  Saviour's  hand  ; 
0  come  along,  dear  sinner. 
And  see  Immanuel*s  happy  land 


To  all  that  stay  behind  me, 
I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell ! 

O  come,  or  jou'U  repent  it. 
When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  hell. 

4.  The  vale  of  tears  surround  me. 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before, 
O  how  I  stand  and  tremble 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me. 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there  ; 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness. 

And  to  the  regions  of  despair. 

5  The  waves  shall  not  affright  me. 

Although  they're  deeper  than  the  grave. 
If  Jesus  will  stand  by  me, 

I'll  calmly  ride  on  Jordan's  waves  : 
His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean, 

His  lamp  has  cheer'd  the  gloomy  vale  : 
0  may  this  friend  be  with  me. 

When  through  the  gates  of  death  I  saiK 


Then  come,  thou  king  of  terror. 

And  with  thy  weapons  lay  me  low  I 
I  soon  shall  reacli  that  region. 

Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow  : 
Now,  Christians,  1  must  leave  you, 

A  few  more  da_ys  to  sufter  here; 
Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  you — 

My  soul  exults — I'm  almost  there. 
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^  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll. 
Then  I  shall  see  mj  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come. 
To  execute  hi^- vengeance, 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 


HYMN  31.    P.M. 

1.  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end: 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

2.  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl. 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3.  Thy  garden  and  tliy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sighf, 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4.  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious.  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  r 
What  folly's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  ? 


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5.  Reach  down,  0  Lord,  thy  arm  of  grace. 
And  cause  me  to  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory's  gone, 
Him  will  I  go  and  see ; 
And  all  my  brethern  here  below, 
Will  soon  come  after  me-. 

7.  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu* 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care ; 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you. 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  vou  there. 

8.  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  yearsj 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun. 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  52.    L.  M. 

t.  FARE  WELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you ; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
'Till  I  abetter  world  do  view; 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell. 
My  loving  friends  farewell, 

2.  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortals,  care  or  bliss, 
I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on, 
'Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  Sfc» 


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5.  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love ; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word. 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

Farewell,  Sfc, 

4.  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross. 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav'n  ; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross. 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

Farewell,  Sfc. 

5.  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 

Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you : 
Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
*Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on. 
The  crown  shall  soon  he  giv^n. 

6.  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too. 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here. 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you  ; 
O  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 

0  turn,  0  turn,  0  turn, 
And  Und  salvation  near. 


HYMN  33.     P   M. 

1  THE  Lord's  into  his  garden  come, 

The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive ; 


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Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2.  0  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose. 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

S.  The  glorious  time  is  coming  on. 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun. 

My  soul  a  witness  is  ; 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me ; 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4.  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind. 

Who  will  them  all  receive ; 
None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went. 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5.  Come,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word. 

In  Jesu*s  way  go  on: 
Oar  troubles  and  our  trials  here. 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there. 

When  we  arrivQ  at  home. 
5  * 


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6.  We  feel  that  heav'n  is  now  begun. 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne. 

From  Jesu*s  throne  on  high: 
It  comes  in  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7.  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above. 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love. 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply: 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through. 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8.  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring. 

When  all  the  saints  get  home: 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear. 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there. 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9.  Amen,  Amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  mansion  there: 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand. 
To  meet  you  in  that  heav'nly  land, 
W^here  we  shall  part  no  more. 


P  M. 

1.  AWAK'D  by  Sina's  awful  sound. 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 
I  knew  not  what  to  do; 


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0*erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  and  anguish  slain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  in  endless  woe. 

2.  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell. 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain  ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

5.  Then  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  it  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find : 
This  fearful  truth  I  found  remain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again 

O'erwhelm'd  my  troubled  mind. 

4,  Again  did  Sina's  thunder  roll. 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load: 
Alas !  I  read  and  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5.  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesns  conquer'd  death  and  helP 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
But  when  I  found  this  truth  remain. 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 


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6.  While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  passed  that  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move ; 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain. 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7.  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew. 
The  angels  tuned  tlieir  harps  anew. 

And  loftier  sounds  did  raise : 
All  hail  the  lamb  that  once  was  slain 
¥nnumber*d  millions  born  again, 

Shall  shout  thy  endless  praise. 

HYMN    S5.      L.    M. 

The  good  old  way, 

X  LIFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends ; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay. 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

CHORUS. 

Jind  ril  sing  hallelujah, 

Ajid  glory  he  to  God  on  high, 

And  I'll  sitig  hallelujah, 

There* s  glory  beaming  thro*  the  sky. 

5.  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be. 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory ; 
I(  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray. 
Take  ssldiers  in  tlie  good  old  way. 

.In^  I'll  sing  Sfe. 


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5.  0  good  old  way !  how  sweet  thou  art, 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart. 
But  may  our  actions  always  say 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  Sfc. 

4.  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ. 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy, 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day. 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

Jindril  sing,  ^c, 

5.  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand. 
And  view,  by  faith,  the  promis'd  land. 
Then  we  may  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray. 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

dnd  I'll  sing,  ^c, 

6.  Ye  valiant  souls  for  heaven  contend. 
Remember  glory's  at  the  end ; 

Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

dnd  III  sing,  Sfe, 

7.  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore. 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before. 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day. 
By  jjarching  in  the  good  old  way. 

^  Md  ril  sing,  <^c. 

HYMN  36.    P.  M. 

1.  DARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way; 


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Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow. 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day; 

Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert 
Make  them  tremble  as  they  go. 

And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

3.  0  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary. 

Of  the  roughness  ot"  the  way ; 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  viffour  to  decay? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you : 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne; 
He  who  dy'd  his  garments  for  you. 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone. 

3.  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation. 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll : 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest. 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole : 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels. 

Ready  to  obey  command. 
They  are  always  hovVing  round  you, 

'Till  you  reaoh  the  heav'nly  land. 


4.  There,  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

0 


Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest;       • 


Love,  and  jo_y,  and  peace  forever 
Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 

Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 
Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high. 

They  on  golden  harps  for  ever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky  t 


5,  There's  a  million  of  flaming  scra])hs 

Who  fly  across  the  heav'nly  plain, 
Where  they  sing  immortal  praises; 

Glory,  glory,  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert. 

Makes  the  heav'nly  arches  ring: 
And  the  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

6.  O  their  crowns !  how  bright  they  sparkle, 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore ; 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits. 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish. 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 

HYMN  37.     L.  M. 

1.  JESUS !  and  shall  it  ever  be 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee; 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 

2.  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3.  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he. 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 


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4,  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 
No,  when  1  blush — be  this  my  shame 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5,  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes,  I  may 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away; 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave. 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6,  'Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
'Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain; 
And  0  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  I  will  prize. 

Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise; 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause. 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 


HYMN  38.    L.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  heav'n  o'er  yonder  skies, 
A  heav'n  where  pleasure  never  dies, 
A  heav'n  1  sometimesjiope  to  see. 
But  tear  again  it's  not  for  me. 
But  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend,  0  hallelu- 
jah. 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend. 

2. the  way  is  difficult  and  sbaight. 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate: 


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Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

But  Jesus,  Sfc, 

3. 1  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes; 
The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand. 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

But  Jesu$,  Sfc. 

4.  The  way  of  dangers  I  am  in, 
Beset  with  devils,  men  and  sin; 
But  in  this  way  thy  track  I  see. 

And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be. 

Sweet  Jesus.  Sfc, 

5.  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still; 

Through  dangers  thick  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms, 

0  Jesus,  Sfc. 

6.  Then,  0  my  soul,  arise  and  sing, 
Yonder's  thy  Saviour,  friend  and  king. 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down. 
And  cries  "press  on,  and  here's  the  crown, 

0  Jesus,  Sfc. 

7.  "Prove  faithful  then  a  few  more  days. 
Fight  the  good  fight  and  win  the  race. 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign. 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain,." 

0  Jesus,  4*^, 
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8.  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  last  joyful  trump  shall  sound. 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

OJesuSt  Sfc, 

HYMN  S9.    P.  M. 

1.  THE  wondrous  love  of  Jesus, 
From  doubts  and  fears  it  frees  us, 
With  pitying  love  he  sees  us, 

A  toiling  here  below: 
Through  tribulation  driven. 
We'll  force  our  way  to  heaven; 
Through  consolation  given, 

Rejoicing  on  we'll  go. 

2.  Companions  now  distressed. 
By  Satan  sore  oppressed, 
Cheer  up,  you'll  be  relieved. 

Your  Captain's  gone  before: 
In  every  trying  hour, 
He'll  save  you  by  his  power. 
And  bring  you  safe  to  heaven. 
On  that  eternal  shore. 

3.  0  yonder  is  the  glory, 

It  lies  but  just  before  you. 
And  there  we'll  tell  the  story 

Of  all  redeeming  love: 
And  there  we  shall  for  ever. 
Drink  of  that  flowing  river, 
And  ever,  ever,  ever. 

Surround  the  throne  of  love. 


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4.  There  in  the  blooming  garden 
Ot  Eden,  gain'd  by  pardon, 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan 

We  will  worship  the  Lamb: 
We'll  sing  the  song  of  Moses, 
W^hile  Jesus  he  composes 
A  song  that  never  closes. 

Of  pleasures  to  his  name. 


HYMN  40.    P.  M. 

1.  THE  reason  we  love  friendship 

We  will  deny  to  no  man, 
How  shall,  how  shall,  liow  shall  we, 

Who  are  thus  form'd  for  happiness. 
E'er  slight  a  loving  Christian, 

Since  Jesus,  Jesus,  hath  died  on  the  tree, 
For  to  deliver  man. 

From  violence  and  treason: 
That  we  might  love  each  other. 

And  seek  our  soul*s  salvation. 
'Twas  love  that  mov'd  the  mighty  God 

For  to  redeem  the  nations. 
That  happy,  happy,  they  might  be. 

2.  On  the  feast  day  in  ancient  times 

Jesus  stood  thus  crying. 
Who  so  tliii  steth,  let  ev'ry  man 

Come  unto  me  and  freely  drink. 
And  thus  be  sav'd  from  dying: 

For  surely,  surely,  nothing  else  can 


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Quench  the  immortal  thirst 
That  in  your  heart  is  glowing: 

Come  then  and  drink  the  streams  of  grace, 
Which  are  so  freely  flowing. 

Saying,  drink,  my  love,  my  only  dove. 
For  you  it  is  a  fiewing^ — 

Then  happy,  happy,  you  shall  be. 

2.  Let  us,  who  have  begun  to  taste 

The sweetsof this  salvation. 
Follow,  follow,  let  us  follow  on. 

Believing  we  shall  overcome. 
Resisting  all  temptation: 

Since  Jesus,  Jesus,  since  Jesus  the  Son, 
With  outstretched  arms, 

And  voice  that's  so  inviting. 
To  purling  streams  of  purest  joys. 

Is  thus  our  souls  exciting. 
Let  us  impart  to  him  our  hearts. 

By  faith  and  love  uniting, 
Then  happy,  happy,  we  shall  be. 


HYMN  41.    P.M. 

1.  COME  all  ye  weary  travellers, 

And  let  us  join  to  sing. 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  our  king; 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey. 

And  tiresome,  'tis  true; 
But  see  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through 


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2.  Atiirst  when  Jesus  found  us. 

He  call'd  us  unto  him; 
And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin: 
The  world,  the  flesh  and  Satan, 

Will  prove  a  fatal  snare. 
Unless  we  do  reject  them. 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer* 

3.  But  by  our  disobedience. 

With  sorrow  we  confess. 
We've  had  too  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness; 
Where  we  might  soon  have  fainted, 

In  that  enchanted  ground; 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

4.  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Cana&n, 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peaces 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits. 

And  faith  and  love  increase; 
Confess  our  Lord  and  Master, 

And  run  at  his  command; 
And  hasten  on  our  journey 

Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

5.  In  faith  and  hope,  and  patience^ 
We  now  are  going  on. 
The  pleasant  way  to  Canaan, 
Where  Jesus  Christ  isgonei; 
6  ^ 


In  peace  and  consolation. 
We're  going  to  rejoice; 

And  Jesus  and  his  people 
For  ever  be  our  choice. 

6.  Sinners,  why  stand  ye  idle, 

While  we  do  march  along? 
Has  conscience  never  told  you. 

That  you  are  going  wrong; 
Down  the  broad  road  to  ruin. 

To  bear  an  endless  curse? 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning. 

And  come  along  with  us. 

r.  But  if  you  will  refiiseus. 

We'll  bid  you  all  farewell; 
We're  on  the  way  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  way  to  hell; 
We're  sorry  for  to  leave  you. 

We'd  rather  you  wou'd  go; 
Come  try  a  bleeding  Saviour, 

And  feel  salvation  flow. 

8.  0  sinners,  be  awaken'd 

To  see  your  dismal  state; 
Repent  and  be  converted. 

Before  it  is  too  late; 
Turn  to  the  Lord  by  praying. 

And  daily  search  his  word ; 
And  never  rest  contented. 

Until  you  find  the  Lord. 


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9.  Now  to  the  king  immortal. 
Be  everlasting  praise, 
For  in  his  holy  service 
We  mean  to  spend  our  days ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

The  celestial  world  above. 
With  everlasting  praises. 
To  sing  redeeming  love. 


HYMM42.    P.M 

Union  with  Christ, 

1.  COME,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell, 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel ; 

Who  sav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 

2.  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie. 

He  look*d  on  me  with  pitying  eye. 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by. 
With  God  you  have  no  union.  . 

3.  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  pray, 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly. 
It  griev'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die, 
I  sought  salvation  for  to  buy, 

But  still  I  found  no  union. 

4.  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in. 


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And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean, 
And  01  what  seasons  I  have  seen. 
Ever  since  1  felt  this  union. 

5. 1  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray. 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 
I  always  found  something  to  say. 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6. 1  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing. 
And  praise  the  Lord  upon  the  wing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  king. 
Who  brought  our  souls  to  union. 

7.  Come,  poor  backslider,  come  away. 
And  mind  to  do  as  well  as  say, 
And  learn  to  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day, 
Aiid  then  you'll  feel  this  union. 

8. 0,  could  I  like  an  anjjel  sound, 
Salvation  through  the  earth  around. 
The  devil's  kingdon  to  confound, 
rd  triumph  on  ImmanuePs  ground. 
And  spread  this  heavenly  union. 

9.  Come,  heaven  and  earth,  unite  your  lays. 
And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise. 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  on  and  gaze. 
He  weeps,  he  bleeds,  thy  debt  he  pays, 
To^ive  thee  heavenly  unions 


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10.  We  soon  shall  leave  all  things  below, 
And  quit  this  vale  of  pain  and  woe, 
And  then  we'll  all  to  glory  go. 

And  there  we'll  see,  and  hear,  and  know^ 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 

11.  There  we  the  glorious  Lamb  shall  see, 
Who  groan'd  and  died  upon  the  tree. 
Who  spilPd  his  blood  to  set  us  free. 
That  we  might  his  salvation  see. 

And  feel  a  gracious  union. 

12.  Almighty  God,  teach  heart  and  tongue. 
To  thee  to  raise  a  grateful  song. 

All  praises  to  thy  name  belong. 
Let  Zion  sing,  thy  kingdom  come, 
And  fill  the  world  with  union. 


HYMN  43.      P.  M. 

I  FAR  above  yon  glorious  ceiling 
Of  the  azure  vaulted  sky, 
Jesus  sits,  his  love  revealing. 
To  his  splendid  troops  on  high. 

^.  Hosts  seraphic  humbly  bowing. 
At  his  feet  they  prostrate  fall; 
Saints  and  angels  all  avowing, 
God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all. 


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3.  Could  we  leave  our  foolish  dreaming 

Of  a  fancied  heaven  be^ovv. 
And  see  Jesu's  glory  beaming. 
How  our  souls  would  long  to  go, 

4.  Earth  by  us  would  then  be  spurned. 

All  its  vaiiity  subside; 
Fuel  fit  for  to  burned. 

All  its  honours,  pleasures,  pride* 

5.  From  the  g-eneral  conflagration. 

We  should  to  God's  refuge  fly; 
Clasp  the  hope  of  our  salvation. 
Live  in  Christ,  in  Je->us  die. 

6.  We  in  him  our  rest  regaining, 

All  its  blessedness  sliould  prove; 
O'er  our  foes  victorious  reigning, 
Perfected  in  spotless  love. 

7.  We  should  for  his  day  be  waiting, 

Wheii  the  full  reward  is  given ; 
When  the  glorious  work's  completed, 
Jesus  takes  his  church  to  heaven. 

8.  Pure  from  every  stain  of  nature, 

1  here  in  holiness  to  shine; 
Moulded  like  its  great  Creator, 
All  immortal,  all  divine. 


HYMN  44.    P.  M. 

21ie  Jubilee. 

1  HARK!  the  jubilee  is  sounding  ; 
O  the  joyful  news  is  come  : 


•7d 

Free  salvation  is  proclaimed. 

In  and  through  God's  own  dear  Son ; 
Now  we  have  an  invitation 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb ; 
Glory,honour,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

%  Come  dear  friend  and  don't  neglect  it, 

Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime  ; 
Great  salvation,  don't  reject  it, 

O  receive  it,  now's  your  time ; 
Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

To  revive  his  work  again  ; 
Glory,  honour,  and  Salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

3.  Come,  dear  children,  praise  your  Jesus, 

Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore, 
May  his  great  love  now  constrain  us. 

His  great  name  for  to  adore  ; 
O  then  let  us  join  together. 

Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain  ; 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

HYMN  45.    P.  M, 

[By  the  late  Rev.  G.  Askins.} 

1.  BRETHERN^  we  have  met  to  worship 
And  adore  tlie  Lord  our  God  ; 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power. 
While  we  try  to  preach  the  word  ? 


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All  is  vaiiV  unless  the  Spirit 
Of  the  Hoi  J  One  comes  down : 

Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  showei-'d  all  around. 

2,  Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  you 

Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  woe  ; 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving. 

Can  you  bear  to- let  them  go  ? 
See  our  fathers,  and  our  mothers. 

And  our  children  sinking  down : 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  showered  all  around. 

5.  Brethren,  here  are  poor  backsliders. 

Who  werie  once  near  heaven's  door. 
But  they  have  betray'd  their  Saviour, 

And  are  worse  than  e'er  before ; 
Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon. 

If  they  will  lament  their  wound; 
Brethren,  pray  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

4.  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help,  like 

Moses'  sisters  helped  him. 
While  you  see  the  trembling  sinners. 

Who  are  strug2;ling  hard  with  sin  ? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found : 
Pray  on,  sisters,  and  the  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

5.  Let  us  love  our  God  supremely. 

Let  us  love  each  other  too. 


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Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 
*rill  our  God  makes  all  thin«i:;snew; 

Then  he'll  call  us  home  to  heaven. 
At  his  table  we'll  sit  down  : 

Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us 
With  sweet  manna  all  around. 


HYMN  47.    P.  M. 

1.  0  JESUS,  now  thy  power  display. 
And  stir  us  up  to  watch  and  pray  ; 
That  we  at  last  may  hear  thee  say. 
Come,  reign  with  me  in  endless  day. 

And  feel  eternal  union. 

2.  Come,  brethren,  let  us  heavenward  go. 
Until  we  end  our  race  below. 

Then  we  shall  leave  this  world  of  wo. 
And  everlasting  pleasures  know. 
And  feel  immortal  union. 

3.  Our  race  is  short,  'twill  soon  be  o'er. 
Then  we  shall  weep  and  sigh  no  more. 
And  join  the  saints  on  Canaan's  shorg. 
The  name  of  Jesus  to  adere. 

And  feel  that  endless  union. 

4.  Then  when  this  mortal  frame  shall  die. 
And  long  in  death's  embraces  lie. 
My  soul  to  realms  of  bliss  shall  fly. 
And  sing  and  shout  beyond  the  sky. 
And  feel  that  heav'nly  union. 
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5.  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  come, 
And  gam  mj  everlasting  home, 
My  soul  shall  there  for  ever  bloom. 
Until  my  body  leaves  the  tomb, 

Then  both  shall  join  that  union,'', 


HYMN  48     P  M. 

1.  0  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  I  knqw  thou  art  mine, 

For  thee  aU  the  pleasures  <)f  earth  1  resign 
Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my 
love, 
Nothing   richer  possess'd  by   the   angels 
above. 

2.  Thy  spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was 

blind. 
Then  taught  me  .the  way  of  salvation  to  find; 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
My  Jesus  relieved  me  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

3.  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel. 

The  language  of  mortals  here  ever  must 

fail: 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame, 
X  am  raised  into  raptures  while  praising  his 

name. 

4. 1  find  him  in  singing,  he  is  present  in  prayer. 
In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near; 
My  constant  companion,  may  we  never  part ; 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 


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5.  If  ever  I  lov'd  thee,  'tis  now  my  dear  Lord, 

I  love  thy  dear  children,  thy  ways  and  thy 
word; 
I  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners  too, 
Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from 
wo. 

6.  When  happy  in  Jesus,  I  cannot  forbear. 

Though  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  de- 
clare ; 
His  love  overwhelms  me,  had  I  wings  I  would 

And  praise  him  m  mansions  prepared  on 
high. 


HYMN  49.    P.  M. 

1.  WHAT  happy  children,  who  follow  Jesus 

Into  the  house  of  prayer  and  praise  ; 
And  join  in  union,  while  love  increases. 

Resolved  this  way  to  spend  our  days  : 
Althf)'  we*re  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 

By  the  flesh,  and  such  as  love  not  God ; 
Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons, 

We  oft  times  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

2.  Since  we've  been  waiting  on  lovely  Jesus 

We've  felt  some  strength  come  from  above 
Our  hearts  have  burned  with  holy  rapture, 

We  long  to  be  absorbed  by  love : 
Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  given. 

And  trust  in  God  for  time  to  come  : 


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Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heaveil, 
So  farewell,  brethren,  we're  going  home. 

3.  And  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  praj  for  those  who  spurn  his  grace ; 
Lest  they  should  lose  love's  richest  treasure. 

And  ne'er  enjoy  his  smiling  face ; 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  my  best   wishes. 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love  ; 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus, 

So  farewell,  brethren,  we'll  meet  above. 


HYMN  50.    P.  M. 

1.  AWAKE!  O  guilty  world,  awake! 
Behold  the  earth's  foundation  shake! 

While  the  Redeemer  bleeds  for  you  : 
His  death  proclaims  to  all  our  race. 
Free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace 

To  all  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  too! 

2.  Come, guilty  mortals,  come  and  see; 
Your  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree! 

For  you  all  drest  in  purple  gore. 
His  weight  of  woe  did  veil  the  sun! 
'Tis  done,  'tis  done,  'tis  done,  His  done. 

That  man  might  live  for  evermore! 

5.  Behold  the  wounded  Lamb  of  God! 
Spreading  his  bieedirig  hands  abroad! 
Come  see  him  yielding  up  to  deathi 


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S.  In  vain  you'll  mourn  your  days  are  past, 

Alas  those  days  are  gone, 
Your  golden  hours  are  spent  at  last, 

And  never  to  return. 
0  come  this  moment  and  begin, 

While  life's  sweet  moments  last, 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  forsake  all  sin, 

And  he'll  forgive  what's  past. 


HYMN  59.    P.  M. 

The  Balm  of  Gilead, 

1.  THERE  shall  we  reign  with  Jesus,  on  that 

delightful  shore. 
And  shout  with  the  redeemed,  our  trials  are 

all  o'er ; 
The  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  the  weary 

are  at  rest, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus,  eternal  ages 

blest. 

2.  We  shall  be  like  the  angels,  in  that  immortal 

throng, 

And  shout  aloud  salvation,  'twill  be  our  last- 
ing song ; 

They  sing  creating  goodness,  and  we  redeem- 
ing love. 

And  this  shall  be  our  business,  in  the  bright 
worlds  above. 
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9^ 

3.  This  love  so  freely  flowing,  it  animates  our 

hearts. 
This  love  is  still  abounding,  in  every  place 

and  part ; 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  ended,  though  faith  and 

hope  should  cease. 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  bounded,  but  ever  will 

increase. 

4,  This  love  through  endless  ages,  it  ever  is  the 

same, 

'Tis  this  our  heart  engages,  to  love  and  serve 
the  Lamb: 

Unites  us  altogether,  and  makes  us  of  one 
soul. 

It  is  the  Balm  of  Gilead,  it  makes  the  wound- 
ed whole. 


HYMN 60.  CM. 

The  Zion  Traveller 

1.  YE  weary,  heavy  laden  souls, 

Who  are  oppressed  sore. 
Ye  travelers  through  the  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  : 
Through  chilling  winds,  and  beating  rain, 

The  waters  deep  and  cold. 
And  enemies  surrounding  you. 

Take  courage  and  be  bold. 


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2.  Though  storms  and  hurricanes  arise. 

The  desert  all  around. 
And  fiery  serpents  oft  appear 

Through  the  enchanted  ground  : 
Dark  nights  and  clouds  and  gloomy  fear. 

And  dragons  often  roar ; 
But  while  the  gospel  trump  we  hear 

We'll  press  for  Canaan's  shore. 

3.  We're  often  like  the  lonesome  dove. 

Who  mourns  her  absent  mate ; 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  vale  to  vale. 

Her  sorrows  to  relate  ; 
But  Canaan's  land  is  just  before. 

Sweet  spring  is  coming  on, 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains. 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 

4.  Sometimes  like  mountains  to  the  sky, 

Black  Jordan's  billows  roar, 
Which  often  makes  the  pilgrims  fear. 

They  never  will  get  o'er  : 
But  let  us  gain  mount  Pisgah's  top. 

And  view  the  vernal  plain, 
To  fright  our  souls,  may  Jordan  roar. 

And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 

5.  Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 

The  borders  of  that  land ; 
The  trees  of  life,  with  heav'nly  fruit. 

In  beauteous  order  stand: 
The  wint'ry  time  is  past  and  gone. 

Sweet  flowers  doth  appear. 
The  fiftieth  year  hath  now  rolled  roujacj. 

The  great  Sabbatick  year. 


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6.  0,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

To  my  believing  eyes ; 
Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 

A  city  in  the  skies  : 
Bright  angels  whisp'ring  me  away, 

«'  0  come,  my  brother,  come," 
And  I  am  willing  to  be  gone 

To  my  eternal  home. 

7.  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Who  are  to  Canaan  bound  : 
And  should  we  never  meet  again 

'Till  the  jubilee  trump  shall  sound, 
1  hope  that  I  shall  meet  you  there,. 

On  that  delightful  shore ; 
In  oceaiis  of  eternal  bliss, 

"Where  parting  is  no  more. 


HYMN  61.    P.  M. 

1.  HARK !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  \vord  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee. 
Say,  poor  sinner, "  Lov'st  thou  me?" 

2.  "I  delivered  thee,  when  bound. 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  v/ound. 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

fj.  "Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Ceai^e  towards  the  child  she  bearr 


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King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne. 
Ten  thousand  angels  round; 

And  Gabriel  with  a  stiver  trump, 
Echo's  the  awful  sound! 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er  ; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still. 

And  to  be  heard  no  morel 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls. 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love! 

SECOND  PART.    C.  M. 

1.  COME  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Whose  hearts  are  joined  in  one  ; 
Hold  up  your  heads  with  courage  bold. 

Your  race  is  almost  run  : 
A,bove  the  clouds,  behold  him  stand. 

And  smiling  bids  you  come  ; 
A,nd  angels  whisp'ring  you  away. 

To  your  eternal  home. 

2.  To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies. 

With  glory  in  his  view ; 
To  heav'n,  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes. 

And  bids  the  world  adieu, 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around. 

And  loth  to  let  him  go  ; 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath. 

And  leaves  them  all  helow! 


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3.  0  Christians  are  you  ready  now. 

To  cross  the  swelling  flood  ; 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  to  stand. 

And  see  your  smiling  God! 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world, 

Attracts  iny  soul  above  ! 
Mj  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 

4.  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there ; 
Although  we  tread  enchanted  ground, 

Be  bold  and  never  fear : 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  valiant  souls, 

The  land  appears  in  view  ; 
I  hope  to  gain  fair  Canaan's  shore, 

And  there  to  meet  with  you. 


HYMN  54.    C.  M. 

1.  Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love. 

Lie  just  before  mine  eye  ; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 

rd  to  those  rivers  fly  : 
I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain. 

With  joy  out  strip  the  wind  ; 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main. 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2.  While  I'm  imprison'd  here  below, 

in  anguish,  pain,  and  smart. 
Oft  times  those  troubles  I  forego. 
When  love  surrounds  my  heart t 


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In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 
Faith  mounts  the  upper  skj, 

I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight, 
And  would  rejoice  to  die! 

3. 1  view  tlie  monster  death,  and  smile, 

Now  he  has  lost  his  sting ; 
Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while 

I  still  in  triumph  sing : 
I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 

And  will  not  let  him  go ; 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms. 

No  other  good  I'll  know. 

4.  A  few  more  years,  or  days  at  most. 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er, 
I  hope  to  join  the  heav'nly  host, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
My  rapt'rous  soul  shall  drink  and  feast. 

In  love's  unbounded  sea; 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest, 

Is  transporting  to  me. 

5.0  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

And  bear  me  through  the  sky. 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay, 

Make  haste,  and  bring  it  nigh: 
I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face. 

And  in  thine  image  shine; 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace. 

And  be  for  ever  thine. 


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6.  Then  T  will  tune  my  harp  of  gold. 

To  my  eternal  king; 
Through  ages  that  can  ne*er  be  told, 

I'll  make  his  praises  ring: 
All  hail!  thou  great  eternal  God! 

Who  died  on  Calvary; 
And  sav'd  me  with  thy  precious  blood. 

From  endless  misery. 

7,  Ten  thousand,  thousand  join  in  one. 

To  praise  the  Eternal  Three: 
Prostrate  before  the  blazing  throne, 

In  deep  humility: 
They  rise  and  tune  their  harp  of  gold. 

And  string  the  immortal  lyre; 
And  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told. 

Shall  raise  their  praises  higher. 


HYMN  55.    P.  M. 

1.  ARISE  and  hail  the  sacred  day. 
Cast  all  low  cares  of  life  away. 

And  thoughts  of  meaner  thingfe: 
This  day  to  cure  our  deadly  woes 
The  son  of  righteousness  arose 
With  healing  in  his  wings. 

2.  If  angels,  on  that  happy  morn 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  was  born, 

Pour'd  forth  seraphic  songs: 
Much  more  should  we,  of  human  race. 
Adore  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

To  whom  the  grace  belong?. 


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S.  How  wonderful,  how  vast  his  love. 
Who  left  the  shining  realms  above. 

Those  happy  seats  of  rest: 
How  much  for  lost  mankind  he  bore. 
Their  peace  and  pardon  to  restore. 

Can  never  be  expressed. 

4.  While  we  adore  his  boundless  grace. 
And  pious  joy  and  mirth  takes  place 

Of  sorrow,  grief  and  pain. 
Give  glory  to  our  God  on  high. 
And  not  amidst  the  gen'raljoy. 

Forget  good  will  to  men. 

5. 0  then,  let  heaven  and  earth  rejoice. 
Creation's  whole  united  voice. 

And  hymn  that  happy  day. 
When  sin  and  Satan  vanquish*d  fell. 
And  all  the  pow*rs  of  death  and  hell 
Before  his  sov'reign  sway. 

HYMN.  56.    C.  M. 

27ie  Saviour^s  call, 

1  SINNER,  hear  the  Saviour's  call. 

He  now  is  passing  by; 
He  has  seen  thy  grievous  thrall. 

And  heard  thy  mournful  cry; 
He  has  pardons  to  impart, 

Grace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fear*. 
See  the  love  that  fills  his  heart, 

And  wipes  away  thy  tears. 


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2.  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come. 

And  tell  him  all  thy  case? 
He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom. 

Nor  frown  thee  from  his  face: 
Wilt  thou  fear  Tmmanuel? 

Wilt  thou  fear  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell 

Has  shed  his  precious  blood? 

3.  Think,  how  on  the  cross  he  hung, 

Pierced  with  a  thousand  wounds! 
Hark  from  each  as  with  a  tong,ue. 

The  voice  of  pardon  sounds! 
See  from  all  his  bursting  veins. 

Blood  of  wond'rous  virtue  flow! 
Shed  to  wash  away  thy  stain, 

And  ransom  thee  from  woe. 

4.  Though  his  majesty  be  great. 

His  mercy  is  no  less; 
Though  he  thy  transgressions  hate. 

He  feels  for  thy  distress: 
By  himself  the  Lord  has  sworn, 

He  delights  not  in  thy  death. 
But  invites  thee  to  return, 

That  thou  may'st  live  by  faith. 

5  Raise  thy  down-cast  eyes  and  see, 

What  throngs  his  throne  surround. 
These,  though  sinners  once  like  thee. 

Have  full  salvation  found; 
Yield  not  tlien  to  unbelief! 

While  he  says,  "There  yet  is  room;" 
Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief. 

Since  Jesus  calls  thee  home. 


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HYxMN  57.    P.  M. 


1  THE  sacred  ties  o£  friendship 
Unite  all  loving  Christians, 

In  glorj,  in  glory,  they  shall  live; 
No  time  nor  place  shall  change  them. 
And  death  shall  ne*er  dissolve  them. 
United,  united,  are  they  that  believe: 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  sounding. 
And  conquered  death  resigning, 
The  scattered  dust  uniting. 
The  soul  and  body  joining; 
All  join  the  grand  procession. 
And  glory  realizing, 
Then  happy,  happy,  we  shall  be. 

2  The  bliss  exquisite  flowing. 
The  friends  of  Jesus  sh^^" '*"?;. 

Such  raptures,  raptures  flow  from  his  word; 

The  angola  join  in  concert, 

While  Jesus  stands  inviting. 

Come  on,  come  on,  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord, 

Behold  the  crowns  of  glory: 

And  saints  and  angels  meeting. 

And  living  streams  of  purest  joys. 

For  ever  are  increasing: 

In  azure  fields  for  ever  range. 

And  view  a  smiling  Jesus, 

Then  happy,  happy,  we  shall  be. 

3  The  sinner's  now  lamenting. 
He  sees  the  grand  procession. 


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A  marching,  marching,  to  the  dazzling  tKrone: 

His  frightful  soul  alarm*(l. 

He  cries  with  looks  amaz'd, 

Farewell,  farewell,  I*m  for  ever  gone: 

Behold  a  godly  father, 

And  there's  a  pious  mother. 

How  did  they  pray  together. 

They  float  on  streams  of  pleasure. 

And  I  am  lost  for  ever; 

On  waves  of  endless  sorrow. 

Then  torments,  torments,  are  for  ever  mine. 


HYMN  58.    C.  M. 

1  ATTEND,  young  friends,  while  I  relate 

The  dangers  you  are  in. 
The  evils  that  arwjud  you  wait. 

While  subject  unto  aiw. 
Although  you  flourish  like  the  rose. 

While  in  its  branches  green. 
Your  sparkling  eyes  in  death  must  close. 

No  more  for  to  be  seen. 

2  In  silent  shades  you  must  lie  down. 

Long  in  your  graves  to  dwell. 
Your  friends  will  then  stand  weeping  round, 

And  bid  a  long  farewell. 
How  small  this  world  will  then  appear 

At  that  tremendous  hour. 
When  you  Jehovah's  voice  shall  hear. 

And  feel  his  mighty  power. 


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3.  In  vain  you'll  mourn  your  days  are  past^ 

Alas  those  days  arc  gone, 
Your  golden  hours  are  spent  at  last. 

And  never  to  return. 
O  come  this  moment  and  begin, 

While  life's  sweet  moments  last. 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  forsake  all  sin. 

And  he'll  forgive  what's  past. 


HYMN  59.    P.  M. 

The  Balm  of  Gilead. 

1.  THERE  shall  we  reign  with  Jesus,  on  that 

delightful  shore, 
And  shout  with  the  redeemed,  our  trials  are 

all  o'er ; 
The  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  the  weary 

are  at  rest, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus,  eternal  ages 

blest. 

2.  We  shall  be  like  the  angels,  in  that  immortal 

throng, 

And  shout  aloud  salvation,  'twill  be  our  last- 
ing song ; 

They  sing  creating  goodness,  and  we  redeem- 
ing love. 

And  this  shall  be  our  business,  in  the  bright 
worlds  above. 
8  * 


9a 

3.  This  love  so  freely  flowing,  it  animates  oui- 

hearts, 
This  love  is  still  abounding,  in  every  place 

and  part ; 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  ended,  though  faith  and 

hope  should  cease, 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  bounded,  but  ever  will 

increase. 

4.  This  love  through  endless  ages,  it  ever  is  the 

same, 

'Tis  this  our  heart  engages,  to  love  and  serve 
the  Lamb: 

Unites  us  altogether,  and  makes  us  of  one 
soul, 

It  is  the  Balm  of  Gilead,  itmakes  the  wound- 
ed whole. 


HYMN  60.  C.  M. 

The  Zion  Traveller 

1.  YE  weary,  heavy  laden  souls, 

Who  are  oppressed  sore. 
Ye  travelers  through  the  v/ilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  : 
Through  chiliing  winds,  and  beating  rain, 

The  waters  deep  and  cold. 
And  enemies  surrounding  you, 

Take  courage  and  be  bold. 


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2.  Though  storms  and  hurricanes  arise. 

The  desert  all  around. 
And  fiery  serpents  oft  appear 

Through  the  enchanted  ground  : 
Dark  nights  and  clouds  and  gloomy  fear. 

And  dragons  often  roar ; 
But  whde  the  gospel  trump  we  hear 

We'll  press  for  Canaan's  shore. 

3.  We're  often  like  the  lonesome  dove, 

Who  mourns  her  absent  mate ; 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  vale  to  vale, 

Her  sorrows  to  relate  ; 
But  Canaan's  land  is  just  before. 

Sweet  spring  is  coming  on, 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains. 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 

4.  Sometimes  like  mountains  to  the  sky, 

Black  Jordan's  billows  roar. 
Which  often  makes  the  pilgrims  fear, 

They  never  will  get  o'er  : 
But  let  us  gain  mount  Pisgah's  top. 

And  view  the  vernal  plain. 
To  fright  our  souls,  may  Jordan  roar. 

And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 

5.  Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 

The  borders  of  that  land ; 
The  trees  of  life,  with  heav'nly  fruit. 

In  beauteous  order  stand : 
The  wint'ry  time  is  past  and  gone. 

Sweet  flowers  doth  appear. 
The  fiftieth  year  hath  now  rolled  roujKL 

The  great  Sabbatick  year. 


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6.  0,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

To  my  believing  eyes ; 
Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 

A  city  in  the  skies : 
Bright  angels  whisp'ring  me  away, 

*'0  come,  my  brother,  come," 
And  I  am  willing  to  be  gone 

To  my  eternal  home. 

7.  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Who  are  to  Canaan  bound  : 
And  should  we  never  meet  again 

'Till  the  jubilee  trump  shall  sound, 
I  hope  that  I  shall  meet  you  there. 

On  that  delightful  shore ; 
In  oceans  of  eternal  bliss. 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 


HYMN  61.    P.  M. 

1.  HARK !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee. 
Say,  poor  sinner, "  Lov'st  thou  me?" 

2.  "I  delivered  thee,  when  bound. 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3.  "Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Ce^se towards  the  child  she  bear? 


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Yes !  she  may  forgetful  be. 
Yet  I  will  remember  thee. 

4,  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above. 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon. 
When  t!ie  work  of  grace  is  done. 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be. 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov*st  thou  me?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
Yet  1  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 


HYMN  62.    P.  M. 

1  FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  tirie  is 

at  hand,  \ 

That  we  must  part  from  this  social  band;  \ 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away\ 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey.   \ 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  i 

while. 

We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  providencf 
smile; 


9S 

But    when  we    are    parted,   and   scattered 

abroad. 
We'll  pray  for  each  other  when  wrestling 

with  God. 

S  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be 
discharg'd. 

The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  en- 
larged; 

With  shouting  and  singing,  tho'  Jordan  may 
roar. 

We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the 
shore. 

• 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who're  listed 

for  war. 
Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near; 
Altho'  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness. 
Your  captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to 

peace. 

5  The  world  and  the  devil,  and  hell  all  unite. 
And  bold  persecution  will  try  you  to  fright; 
3ut  Jesus  stands  for  you,  who  is  stronger  than 

they. 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

i  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  with  sad  broken 
hearts, 
O  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part. 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save^ 
•His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 


99 

7  Farewell,   faithful   Christians,   farewell   all 

around. 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  last  trump 

shall  sound; 
To  meet  you  in  glory,  I'll  give  you  my  hand, 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 

HYMN  65.    P.  M. 

1  FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  T  bid  you 

farewell, 
I'm  going  to  ^avcl  the  way  to  excel; 
I'm  going  to  ♦ravel  the  wilderness  through. 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you  adieu. 

2  The  thoughts  of  our  parting  doth  cause  me  to 

grieve, 
So  well  do  I  love  you,  but  you  I  must  leave; 
My  Jesus  commands,  and  I  must  obey. 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  don't  grieve 

after  me. 

3  May  the  heavens  protect  you,  be  Jesus  your 

guide. 
On  the  walls  of  our  Zion  may  you  ever  abide; 
Though  we  live  at  a  distance,  and  you  1  ne'er 

see. 
On  the  banks  of  sweet  Canaan  acquainted 

we'll  be. 

4  There  all  things  are  plenty,  and  the  leaves 

growing  green. 
And  the  parting  of  Christians  no  more  to  be 


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No  sorrow,  no  trouble,  shall  enter  tliat  place. 
But  there  we  shall  join  in  a  song  of  free  grace. 

5  And  when  we  meet  Jesus  in  the  mansions 

above. 
Where  saints  and  bright  angels  are  feasting 
on  love; 

0  then  we  shall  look  for  each  mourner  that's 

here, 
How  glad  we  shall  be  to  meet  each  other 
there. 

6  Farewell  to  all  sorrows,  tempfettions  and  pain, 
I'm  going  where  Jesus  for  ever  doth  reign; 
I'm  going  to  Jesus,  his  goodness  to  prove. 
Where  saints  and  bright  angels  are  feasting 

on  love. 

HYMN  64.    L.  M. 

1  COME,  mj  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay, 

S  Thou  art  coming  to  a  king, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring: 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  W^ith  my  burden  I  begin. 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 


101 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain; 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass. 
Answers  the  beholder's  face. 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear. 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  thefe. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend", 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do. 
Every  hour  my  strength  rene\v; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith. 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


HYMN  65.    C.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  so  fulfil  his  word. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brothei^'s  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part; 
When  sorrows  iiow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

y 


102 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride. 

Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream; 

Through  every  bosom  flows; 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem. 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


HYxMN  66,.      P.  M. 

1  LORD,  my  ransom'd  soul  adores  thee; 
Thou  myjoy  and  portion  art: 
Day  and  night  I  plead  before  thee — 
Answer  Lord-»- thy  grace  impart. 
Send  thy  Spirit, 
Pierce  the  stubborn  sinner's  heart. 

C  Ah!  dear  Lord,  they're  bound  for  ruin, 
Hast'ning  down  to  endless  woe: 
While  their  danger  we  are  viewing, 
Streams  of  briny  sorrow  flow. 

Lord,  alarm  them, 
Or  to  ruin  they  must  go ! 


103 

3  See,  dear  Lord,  our  near  connexions. 

Dear  companions  all  around. 
Brothers,  sisters,  children,  parents, 
Down  to  desperation  bound. 

Jesus,  save  them; 
Let  the  lost  again  be  found. 

4  Prayers  and  tears,  alas  !  we've  vented; 

Shall  we  weep  and  pray  in  vain? 
Yet  alas!  they  seem  contented! 
Nought  but  scofts  and  frowns  we  gain, 

Jesus,  save  them; 
Save  them,  Lord,  from  endless  pain. 

5  Death,  it  may  be  now,  is  near  them; 

Soon  they'll  feel  his  cold  embrace: 
Gracious  heaven!  shall  we  hear  them 
Mourn  thy  long  rejected  grace? 

Lord,  constrain  them 
Now  to  seek  a  Saviour's  face. 

6  Lord,  we  view  the  separation 

At  thy  great,  tremendous  bar: 
Mourning,  weeping,  lamentation, 
Must  be  their  employment  there. 

Must  we  see  them 
Stand  their  awful  doom  to  hear? 

7  Must  we  there  be  separated. 

Never,  never  more  to  meet? 
Mournful  scene,  long  contemplated! 
Lord  and  is  there  mercy  yet? 

Lay  them  prostrate, 
Precious  Jesus,  at  thy  feet. 


104 

8  Lord  display  thy  matchless  power, 

Pierce  their  stubborn  hearts  of  stone. 
Make  them  dread  that  awful  hour — - 
Bow  them,  Lord,  before  thy  throne. 
Save  them,  Jesus^ 
Save  them,  save  them  for  thine  own. 


HYMN  67.    P  M. 

The  happy  Pilgrim, 

1  I  LOVE  my  blessed  Saviour, 
I  feel  Pminhis  favour, 
And  I  am  his  for  ever 

If  I  but  faithful  prove; 
And  now  Pm  bound  for  Canaan 
I  feel  my  sins  forgiv'n, 
And  soon  shall  get  to  heaven 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 

2  Poor  sinners  may  deride  me. 
And  unbelievers  chide  me. 
But  nothinja;  shall  divide  me. 

From  Jesus  my  friend. 
Supporte«l  by  Lis  power, 
I  long  to  see  the  hour. 
That  bids  my  spirit  tower. 

And  all  mv  troubles  end. 

5  The  pleasing  time  is  hast'ning, 
My  tott'ring  frame  is  wasting, 
"While  Pm  engaged  in  piaising, 
Impelled  by  his  love. 


10^ 

When  yonder  shining  orders. 
Who  sing  on  Canaan's  borders, 
Shall  bear  me  to  their  Lord,  there 
To  praise  him  above. 

My  thirsty  soul  is  panting, 

My  body  almost  fainting, 

While  praise  and  prayer  are  venting, 

From  my  feeble  tongue. 
How  ardent  my  desire. 
Lord  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 
To  join  the  holy  choir. 

In  that  immortal  song. 
. ,  •  * 

Farewell,  I'm  bound  for  glory, 
How  pleasing  is  the  story! 
Those  shining  worlds  before  me 

Invite  me  to  be  gone. 
Had  I  angels'  pinions 
I'd  range  the  bright  dominions. 
And  join  the  shining  millions, 

Who're  shouting  round  the  thrcne 

The  pleasing  smile  of  Jesus, 
The  rapturous  sound  increases, 
And  tunes  the  heav'nly  voices 

Throughout  the  ethereal  plains. 
My  flesh  and  spirit  failing. 
My  soul  in  transports  hailing. 
Bright  seraphs  in  their  dwelling-, 

I  sing  immortal  strains. 
9  * 


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HYMN  68.    P.  M. 

1  MY  (lays,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres, 

Around  the  steady  pole; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps. 
And  1  must  launch  through  endless  deeps. 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen. 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between. 

And  whisper  as  they  fly, 
"Unthinking  m;in,  remember  this. 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss. 

That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

5  My  soul  attend  the  solemn  call. 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

A'td  thou  must  take  thy  flight; 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue. 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do. 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  How  great  the  bliss,  Iiow  great  the  woe, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath; 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows. 
Whether  another  year  shall  close. 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  his  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground. 

And  there  in  silence  rot; 


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Alas!  an  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between, 
My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

6  But  will  my  soul  be  thus  extinct. 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be; 
No,  my  immortal  conn^t  die. 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free. 

7  W'ill  mercy  then  her  arms  extend, 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heav'n  thy  dwelling  place; 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear. 
And  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despai 

Below  the  reach  of  grace? 

8  A  heav'n  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  space; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine. 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine. 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  0  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream, 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seem. 

To  poor  unthinking  man: 
Lord  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow. 
Bid  conscience  plainly  te^l  menow, 

AVhat  it  would  tell  me  then. 


108 

lOlf  in  destruction's  road  I  stray; 
Help  me  to  chose  the  better  way. 

That  leads  to  joys  on  iiigh; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
IS  or  let  me  ever  dare  to  live. 

Such  as  1  dare  not  die. 


HYMN  69.    P.  M. 

I  I  LOVE  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my 
love, 
I  long  thy  salvation  more  fully  to  prove; 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  O  why? 
Because  my  dear  Saviour  for  sinners  did  die. 

£  On  Zion's  bright  mountain  this  news  I  will 

tell, 
The  strains  of  redemption  my  bosom  shall 

swell, 
"With  angelic  ardour  his  love  I'll  proclaim. 
Redemption  for  sinners  in  Jesus's  name. 

S  Redemption,  redemption,  thro'  Zion  shal  1  ring, 
in  the  flame  of  redemption,  her  converts  shall 

sing; 
Redemption,  redemption,  through  Jesus's 

blood, 
Descending  from  Calv'ry,  and  runs  like  a 

flood. 

4  We'll  talk  of  redemption  while  we  stay  below. 
We'll  sing  of  redemption  when  upwards  wc 
go; 


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When  the  sun  shall  be  darken'd,  the  moon 

tuni'cl  to  blood. 
We'll  shout  full  redemption  in  the  kingdom 

of  God. 

5  When  sinking  in  sorrow  free  grace  did  a- 

buund, 
PursuM  by  the  devil,  redemption  we  found; 
Our   hearts  to  redemption  we'll  tune  ev'ry 

string, 
Thro'  heaven's  high  arches  redemption  shall 

ring. 

6  Redemption,    redemption,  to   him  that  was 

slain. 
We'll  out  sing  the  angels  in  this  heavenly 

strain, 
'   Redemption  to  Jesus,  for  ever  we'll  cry, 
For  men,  not  for  angels,  the  Saviour  did  die. 

7  All  glory,  all  glory,  to  Jesus's  name, 

A!l  wisdom  and  power  to  the  spotless  Lamb; 
To  him  that  redeem'd  us,  the  great  One  in 

Three, 
Hosannah,  hosannah,  through  eternity. 

8  The  song  of  creation  bright  angels  may  sing, 
But  we'll  sing  redemptifui  to  Christ  our  king, 
Thro'  eternal  ages  these  songs  shall  be  sung, 
While  Jesus's  glory  inspires  each  tongue. 


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HYMN  70.    C.  JVL 

1   WITH  love  and  pity  t  look  round. 

Upon  my  fellow  clay. 
See  men  reject  the  gospel  sound, 

In  this  enlightened  dayl 
0  sinner,  sinner,  will  you  hear. 

When  in  God's  name  I  come? 
Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear. 

Lest  hell  should  be  your  doom. 

2  Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour, 

O  sinner,  come  away. 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door. 

Arise  without  delay: 
0  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  sliould  withdraw; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 

To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where  poor  sinner,  will  you  be. 

If  destitute  of  grace, 
AVhen  you  your  injured  Judge  shall  see, 

And  stand  before  his  face? 
O!  could  you  slum  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night. 

From  his  all-searching  eye. 

4  But  death  and  hell  must  all  appear, 

And  vou  amono;  them  stand. 
Before  that  great  impartial  bar. 
Arranged  at  Christ's  left  hand; 


Ill 

No  yearning  bowels  pity  then. 

Will  ere  affect  my  heart — 
No — I  shall  surely  say  amen. 

When  Christ  bids  you  depart, 

5  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  listening  ear. 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 

When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 
Come  lovely  youth,  embrace  the  truth. 

And  join  with  one  accord. 
And  use  your  tongue,  while  you  are  young, 

In  praising  of  the  Lord, 

HYMN  71.    C.  iVL 

1.  AFFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  severe. 

In  mercy  oft  are  sent. 
They  stopped  the  prodigal's  career. 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

2.  Although  he  no  relentings  felt, 

'Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt. 
When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

3.  "What  have  Igain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread. 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4.  "I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face. 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 
I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 


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5.  His  farther  saw  him  coming  back. 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smil'd; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6.  "Father,  Pve  sinn'd,  but  O!  forgive"— 

"Enough,"  tlie  fatiier  said, 
"Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead. 

7.  "Now  let  the  farted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  the  news  around. 

My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again 

Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8.  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home; 
More  than  a  father's  h)ve  he  feels. 
And  weicomtts  all  tliat  come. 


HYMN  72    P.  M. 

The  Pilgrim. 

1.  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 

Thy  better  portion  trace. 
Rise  from  transitory  things. 

Towards  heaven  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars,  decay, 

Tiiije  will  soon  the  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 


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2.  Rivers  to  the  ocean  nin. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fires  ascend  and  seek  the  sun. 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  see  his  glorious  face: 
Upwards  tends  to  his  abode. 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3.  Fly  my  riches,  fly  my  cares, 

While  I  that  course  explore; 
Flatt'ring  world  with  all  your  snare;s. 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home. 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night: 
When  the  last  dear  morn  shall  come. 

We'll  rise  to  glorious  light. 

4.  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn. 

Press  onward  to  the  prize. 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return,  ^ 

Triumphant  through  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you'll  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given. 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven* 

HYMN  73.    L.  M. 

Union  Hymn, 

1 .  FROM  whence  does  the  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquered  by  lover 
10 


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It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties, 
That  distance  nor  time  can  remove* 

2.  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found. 
Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 
It  grows  on  ImmanuePs  ground. 
And  Jesu's  dear  blood  it  did  cost 

5.  My  friends  once  so  dear  unto  me 

Our  souls  so  united  in  love; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be. 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above, 

4.  0!  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part? 

Since  there  we  shall  soon  meet  again, 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart. 
At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

6.  And  then  we  shall  see  that  bright  day. 

And  join  with  the  angels  above. 
Set  free  from  the  prisons  of  clay, 
United  in  Jesus*  love. 

6.  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reigil. 
And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see;, 
Singing  hallelujahs,  amen; 
Amen!  even  so  let  it  be. 

HYMN  74     P.  M. 

1.  THERE  is  a  holy  city, 
A  happy  world  above. 
Beyond  the  starry  regions. 
Built  by  the  God  of  love: 


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An  everlasting  temple. 
And  saints  array'd  in  white, 

They  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 
They  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2.  This  is  no  world  of  trouble. 

The  God  of  peace  is  there. 
He  wipes  away  their  sorrows. 

He  banishes  their  care; 
Their  joys  are  still  increasing, 

Their  songs  are  ever  new, 
Thev  praise  the  eternal  Father, 

The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

3  The  meanest  child  of  glory 

Outshines  the  radiant  sun; 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendour 

Of  that  eternal  throne. 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  godlike  majesty? 
The  elders  fall  before  him. 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

4  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows. 

Who  stood  at  Pilate*s  bar. 
Condemned  by  haughty  Herod, 

And  by  his  men  of  war? 
He  seems  a  mighty  conqueror, 

A\  ho  spoil'd  the  powers  below. 
And  ransom'd  many  captives 

From  everlasting  woe. 


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5  The  hosts  of  saints  around  him, 

Proclaim  his  work  of  grace; 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets, 

And  all  the  godly  race; 
Who  speak  of  fiery  trials 

And  tortures  on  their  way 
They  came  from  tribulation. 

To  everlasting  day. 

6  Now  with  a  holy  transport. 

They  tell  their  suff  Vings  o*er. 
Their  tears  and  their  temptations. 

And  all  the  pains  they  bore; 
They  turn  and  bow  to  Jesus, 

Who  gain'd  their  liberty: 
Amid  our  fiercest  dangers, 
Our  lives  are  hid  in  thee. 

i  Long  time  I  was  invited 

To  gain  that  heav'nly  rest; 
Grace  made  no  hard  condition, 

'Twas  only  to  be  bless'd; 
But  earth's  bewitching  pleasures 

Inclined  me  long  to  stay; 
I  sought  her  dreams  and  shadows. 

And  joys  that  pass  away. 

8  But  now  it  is  my  purpose 
The  better  way  to  find; 
To  serve  my  great  Creator, 
And  leave  my  sins  behind; 


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In  guilt's  seducing  mazes 

I  will  no  lons:er  roam; 
r  1  give  my  soul  to  Jesus, 

Who  brings  the  ransotn'd  home. 

And  what  shall  be  my  journey. 

How  long;  I'll  stay  below. 
Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 

Are  not  for  me  to  know: 
In  every  day  of  trouble, 

I'll  raise  my  thoughts  on  high; 
I'll  think  of  the  bright  temple. 

And  crowns  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  75.    L.  M. 

1  YE  saints  of  Jesus  courage  take, 
Having  enlisted,  ne'er  look  back; 
We're  sure  to  find  the  Lord  at  hand. 
While  marching  to  the  promis'd  land, 

CHORUS. 

This  is  the  may  to  heaven,  hallelujah,  ^c. 

2  Behold  with  joy  from  whence  we  came 
We've  passed  thro'  storms  and  fiery  flames; 
In  vain  hath  Satan  made  his  stand 

To  keep  us  from  the  promis'd  land. 

This  is  the  way  to  heaven,  ^c 
10  * 


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3  We're  trav'lling  through  the  wilderness, 
And  bound  for  everlasting  bliss; 

Bj  faith  in  God  we  firm  can  stand, 
Aud  march  away  to  the  promis*d  land. 

This  is  the  way  to  heaveUj  Sfc. 

4  Our  enemies  of  every  kind, 

O  may  we  daily  leave  behind: 
Protected  by  our  Saviour's  hand, 
"We're  sure  to  reach  the  promis'd  land. 

This  is  the  way  to  heaven j  Sfc, 

5  While  on  ou-rjou rm^y  here  below. 
We  look  beyond  this  vale  of  woe. 

And  pray  and  wait  till  Christ  sliall  send. 
To  take  us  to  the  promis'd  land. 

This  is  the  way  to  heaven^  Sfc 

6  Tho*  storms  may  rise,  and  thunders  roll. 
Convulse  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole. 
Undaunted  still  our  souls  shall  stand, 
For  soon  we'll  reach  the  promis'd  land. 

This  is  the  way  to  heaven,  ^c. 

7  Quickly  we'll  cross  the  rolling  flood 
Divided  by  the  rod  of  God; 

Then  shall  our  Joshua  demand. 
Possession  of  the  promis'd  land. 

Then  we  shall  reign  in  heaven,  Sfc. 

8  Our  fellow  pilgrims  there  shall  meet. 
And  brethren  shall  each  other  greet. 


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Admiring  angels  round  us  stand. 

And  welcome  iiome  to  the  promised  land. 

Then  we  shall  shout  in  heaven,  Sfc, 

9  All  tears  shall  then  be  wip'd  away, 
For  there's  no  sorrow  nig;ht  nor  day; 
But  all  unite  to  ador«  the  hand. 

That  brought  us  safe  to  the  promis'd  land. 
Then  we  shall  reign  for  ever,  Sfc, 

10  The  wearied  Irav'llerthen  shall  rest. 
His  spirit  with  the  ever-blest; 

And  ever  praise  the  God  who  plan'd 
The  way  to  obtain  the  promis'd  land. 

There  we  shall  reign  for  ever,  Sfc* 

HYMN  76.  CM. 

On  the  death  of  a  Believer, 

1  IN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

The  moment  after  death. 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saints, 
When  yielding  up  their  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  their  fetters  breaks; 

We  scarce  can  say, "  They're  gone!'^ 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  failj 

To  trace  her  in  her  flight; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  the  worfd  «f  light. 


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4  Thus  much,  and  this  is  all  we  know. 

They  are  completely  blest. 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe. 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 

His  race  they  always  view: 
Then  let  us  follow'rs  be  of  them. 
That  wc  may  praise  him  too. 

6  Their  faith  and  patience,  love  and  zeal, 

Should  make  their  mem'ry  dear; 
And  Lord,  do  thou  the  prayers  fulfil. 
They  offered  for  us  here. 

7  While  they  have  gain*d,  we  losers  are. 

We  miss  them  day  by  day; 
►         But  thou  can'st  every  breach  repair. 
And  wipe  our  tears  away. 

8  We  pray  as  in  Elisha's  case, 

Whew  great  Elijah  went. 
May  double  portions  of  thy  grace. 
To  us  who  stay  be  sent. 


HYMN  77,    P.  M. 

1  COME,  my  soul,  and  let  ui  try. 
For  a  little  season, 
Ev'ry  burden  to  lay  by. 
Come,  and  let  us  reason: 


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What  is  this  that  casts  you  down? 

Who  are.  those  that  grieve  you? 
Speak  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 

Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

2  Christ  by  faith  I  sometimes  see. 

Then  it  doth  relieve  me; 
But  my  sins  return  again, 

They  are  they  that  grieve  me; 
Troubled  like  a  restless  sea. 

Feeble,  faint  and  fearful; 
Plung'd  in  sin,  a  sore  disease. 

How  can  I  be  cheerful. 

3  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore 

In  the  gloomy  garden,  ^ 

Sweating  blood  from  every  pore. 

To  procure  thy  pardon. 
See  him  stretch'd  upon  the  wood, 

Bleedin"",  groaning,  crying, 
Suflf 'ring  all  the  wrath  of  God, 

Groaning,  gasping,  dying. 


HYMN  78.    CM. 

1  COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve: — 


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2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 

Have  like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in. 
Whatever  me  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne. 

And  there  my  guilt  confess: 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone. 

Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "I'll  to  my  gracious  king  approach. 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives. 

Perhaps  he  may  command  a  touch. 

And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea. 

Perhaps  he'll  hear  my  prayer. 
But  if  1  perish,  1  will  pray. 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can't  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try, 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


HYMN  79.    P.  M. 

FROM  Egypt  lately  fled, 

By  the  Redeemer's  grace! 
Arough  and  thorny  path  we  tread, 
In  hopes  to  see  his  face. 

Hallelujah, 
We  are  on  our  journey  home. 


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2  The  flesh  dislikes  the  way. 
But  faith  approves  it  well: 
This  only  leads  to  endless  day, 
All  others  lead  to  hell. 

Hallelujah^ 
We  are  on  our  journey  home, 

S  The  prorois'd  land  of  peace 
Faith  keeps  in  constant  view; 
How  different  from  the  wilderness. 
We  now  are  passing  through. 
Hallelujah^ 
We  are  on  our  journey  home 

4  Here  often  from  our  eyes. 

Clouds  hide  the  light  divine; 
There  we  shall  have  unclouded  skies. 
Our  sun  will  always  shine. 

Hallelujah, 
We  are  on  our  journey  home* 

5  Here  griefs,  and  cares,  and  pains. 

And  fears  distress  us  sore; 
But  there  eternal  pleasure  reigns. 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 
Hallelujah  t 
We  are  on  our  journry  home, 

HYMN  80.    C.  M. 

1.  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways. 
My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 


1^ 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 
I'll  follow  where  he  goes: 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry. 
Through  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

5  Through  duty  and  through  trials  too, 
I'll  go  at  his  command. 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
"Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee." 

HYMN   81.    P.  M. 

Composed  by  a  friend. 

Christ  the  Physician  of  Souls. 

Tune — "Come  my  soul  and  let  us  try.'* 

j  FRIENDS  of  Jesus  come  and  dwell 

Awhile  with  Christ  your  treasure. 
Come  and  let  your  bosoms  swell 

With  heaven  enrapt'ring  pleasure. 
Sinners  who  with  folly  side. 

Leave  your  scenes  of  pleasure. 
Come  and  with  your  Christ  abide; 

He*s  an  endless  treasure. 


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2  Sinners  come  and  know  awhile 

The  purest  joy  of  feeling, 
Come  receive  a  Saviour's  smile. 

And  prove  his  power  of  healing. 
He  can  calm  the  soul  to  rest. 

Soothe  the  force  of  anguish. 
Every  one  is  freely  blest. 

Who  for  Christ  doth  languish. 

3  Hushed  is  every  inward  fear. 

Every  sorrow's  banished. 
Silenced  every  troubling  care. 

Every  grief  is  vanished. 
"  Joy  supreme,  within  the  soul. 

Knows  no  bounds  to  pleasure. 
For  the  heart  without  control. 

Feeds  on  Christ  her  treasure. 

4  Drink  again,  my  soul  of  love. 

Enjoy  the  sweets  of  feeling, 
Dwell  on  Christ,  who  reigns  above, 

And  owns  the  art  of  healing; 
Let  the  heavenly  calm  of  love 

Be  thy  choicest  treasure; 
Go,  my  soul,  for  ever  move 

"With  Christ  in  scenes  of  pleasure. 


HYMN  82.    P.  M. 

X  HITHER,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of 
triumph. 
To  Bethlehem  go,  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet; 

n 


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To  you  this  day,  is  born  a  Prince  and  Sa 
viour, 
Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

2  Oh  Jesus!  for  such  wond'rous  condescension. 
Our  praise  and  rev*rence  are  an  oif'ring 
meet; 
Now  is  the  word  made  flesh  and  dwells  among 
us, 
Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

S  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angels. 
Let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat; 
Unto  our  God  be  glory  in  the  highest, 
Oh  come  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet 


HYMN  8S.    P.M. 

1  NAY,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
'Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow; 
Do  not  turn  away  tliy  face. 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am? 

Ah!  my  Lord,  thou  know*stmy  name; 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea. 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

S  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy, 
That  poor  rebel.  Lord,  was  L 


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4  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair. 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  pray'r; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  iree. 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  years  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen; 

Yet  I've  been  upheld 'till  now, 
"Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  ev'ry  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead; 
After  so  much  mercy  past. 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last? 

7  No,  I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
*Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold; 
I  can  no  denial  take. 

When  1  plead  for  Jesu's  sake. 


HYMN  84.    C.  M. 

1  MY  God  was  with  me  all  the  night, 

And  gave  me  sweet  repose; 
His  angels  watch'd  me  while  I  slept. 
Or  I  had  never  rose. 

2  Now  for  the  mercies  of  the  nighti 

My  humble  thanks  I'll  pay. 
And  unto  God  I'll  dedicate 
The  first  fruits  of  the  day. 


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3  In  pressing  dangers,  fears  and  death. 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore. 
And  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

4  My  life,  if  thou  preserve  my  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be; 
And  death,  when  death  must  be  my  lot, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 

HYMN  85.    C.  M. 

1  GOD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints. 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears: 
He  has  a  book  for  their  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  their  tears. 

2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies. 

Can  give  us  daj  for  night. 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

3  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harvest  come; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  greit, 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 


HYMN  86.    P.  M. 

THE  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Is  music  in  my  ears; 

In  Jesus  I  have  found 
Relief  from  all  my  fears. 


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Darkness  to  light  does  now  give  place, 
And  all  things  wear  a  diflferent  face. 

2  Since  God  is  reconcil'd, 

I  fear  no  dire  alarms; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

And  clasps  me  in  his  arms. 
Transported  with  seraphic  joj, 
I  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

3  I  cannot  fear  the  law, 

Its  thunders  now  may  roar. 
Since  I  my  Saviour  saw, 

They  can  affright  no  more. 
On  wings  of  love  I  mount,  I  fly. 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

4  Death  too  has  lost  his  sting. 

And  wears  a  smiling  face; 
I  hope  to  shout  and  sing, 

Ev'n  in  his  cold  embrace. 
He'll  close  my  eyes  and  shut  my  ears. 
But  cannot  rouse  my  guilty  fears. 

5  When  through  the  flaming  sky, 

I  see  the  judge  descend, 
I'll  Abba  Father  cry. 

And  hail  him  as  my  friend. 
While  standing  in  the  gospel  light. 
There's  nothing  can  my  soul  affright 

11  * 


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6  Now  let  my  flowing  eyes 

Run  down  with  gratefivl  tears. 
Since  free  adopting  grace. 
Has  banished  all  my  fears: 
And  stid  my  sinful  self  deny. 
When  I  express  the  heav'n  born  cry. 

7  No  more  let  me  return, 

Beneath  the  galling  yoke. 
Or  e'er  embrace  those  chains, 

Which  grace  divine  has  broke. 
Let  Abba  Father  be  my  cry. 
In  time  and  in  eternity. 

HYMN  87.    C.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  the  wretch,  whose  lust  and  wine 

Had  wasted  his  estate. 
He  begs  a  share  amongst  the  swine. 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat! 

2  "I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

"I  starve  in  foreign  lands; 
My  father's  house  has  large  supplies. 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  "1*11  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue. 

Fall  down  before  his  face; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 

4  He  said,  and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 

To  seek  his  father's  love; 

The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 


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5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kiss'd  his  son; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  break 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "Take  ofFhis  clothes  of  shame  and  sin," 

The  father  gives  command; 
"Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean. 
With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain. 

Let  mirth  and  joy  abound: 
My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again; 
Was  lost,  and  now  is  found.*' 


HYMN  88.    C.  M. 

1  YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good. 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care; 

In  him  we  live  and  move; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

5  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 
To  ransom  rebel  worms; 
»Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  divinw  forms. 


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4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  horae. 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard. 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee — 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward. 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God!  to  thy  almighty  love. 

What  honours  shall  we  raise? 
Not  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

HYMN  89.    P.  M. 

1  YE  virgin  fouls  arise, 

With  all  the  dead  awake. 
Unto  salvation  wise. 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take: 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  your  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh 

£  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar. 
And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are: 
Make  ready  for  your  full  reward; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Go,  meet  him  in  the  sky. 
Your  everlasting  friend— 
Your  head  to  glorify. 
With  all  his  saints  ascend: 


Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 

I  Ye  that  have  here  received 
The  unction  from  above. 
And  in  his  spirit  liv'd. 

And  thirsted  for  his  love; 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride: 
Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctified. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 

Of  that  great  day,  unknown. 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 
To  stand  before  his  throne; 
Called  to  partake  the  marriage  feast^ 
And  lean  on  our  Immanuel's  breast. 

S  The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saints  receive. 
With  seraphs,  thrones,  and  powers. 

In  glorious  joy  to  live: 
And  far  from  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin, 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 

7  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound. 
To  see  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  watching  found! 
Enrob'd  in  righteousness  divine. 
In  which  the  bride  shall  ever  shine* 

HYMN  90.    P.  M. 

1  DEAREST  Jesus,  though  unseen. 
My  believing  heart  must  love  thee'; 


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Poor  despised  Nazarene, 

\  true  and  constant  friend  I  prove  thee! 
Sinking  in  thj  balmy  name, 
O  how  1  love  mj  dearest  Lamb. 

2  Night  and  day  I  vent  my  sigh, 

Languishing  to  see  my  Saviour, 
With  warm  heart  and  wond'ring  eye, 

1  view  my  dying  Lord  for  ever: 
Here  I  always  would  abide, 
O  this  1  choose  and  nought  beside. 

3  Like  the  widow'd  turtle  dove, 

I,  dear  lovely  Lamb,  mourn  for  thee 
Pants  my  soul  thy  iove  to  prove. 

Crying,  O  my  God  restore  me. 
To  thy  presence  sweet  and  lair, 
O  liow  1  long  to  meet  thee  there. 

A  Every  moment  seems  an  age, 

'Till  thy  presence  shall  relieve  me, 
'Till  thy  grace  ray  woes  assuage. 

And  thy  absence  no  more  grieve  me: 
"Welcome,  weicome,  bleeding  L;tmb, 
O  how  thy  presence  feeds  the  iiame. 

5  O'er  the  hills  T  see  him  come, 

Quick  as  darts  and  piercing  lightning, 
Scattered  o'er  the  horrid  gloom, 

All  thy  joys  are  quick  and  bright'ning; 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb, 
O  how  I  love  thy  dearest  name. 


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HYMN  91.    CM. 

1  YONDER— amazing  sight!— I  »ce 

The  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree. 
And  welt'ringin  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run, 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head: 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky. 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud; 
And  with  the  amaz*d  centurion  cry, 
«This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive: 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies. 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  0  that  these  cords  of  love  divine. 

Might  draw  me.  Lord,  to  thee! 
Thou  nast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine— 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be! 

HYMN  95.    P.  M. 

1  ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away. 
Death  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey: 
See!  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

Hallelujah* 


iS6 

2  »Tis  the  Saviour,  angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

HallelujaJu 

S  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise. 
In  long  triumph  up  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

HallehijaJi' 

4  Heav'n  displays  her  portals  wide, 
Glorious  Saviour,  through  them  ride: 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 
Thy  great  Father's  and  thy  own. 

Hallelujah 

5  Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  choirs, 
Praise  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres; 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapt'rous  song. 
Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong. 

Haildnjah. 

Q  Ev'ry'note  with  wonders  swell. 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captiv'd  hell; 
Where  is  hell's  once  dreaded  king? 
Where,  0  death,  thy  mortal  sting? 

UaUehvjah 


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HYMN  93.    C.  M. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesu's  name! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
To  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 

Andas  they  tune  it  fall 
Before  his  face  who  tunes  their  choir, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light. 

He  fix'd  this  floating  ball; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  IsraePs  might. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  your  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race. 

Ye  ransom'd  of  the  fall. 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  ot  all. 

6  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line 

"Whom  David  Lord  did  call; 

The  God  incarnate,  man  divine, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

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7  SinnersI  whose  love  can  iie*«r  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall. 
Go — spread  jour  trophies  at  his  feet^ 
And  crown  him  lord  of  all. 

§  Let  ev'ry  tribe,  and  ev'rj  tongue. 
That  hear  the  Saviour's  call. 
Now  shout  an  universal  song. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  94.    C.  M 

1  DIDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame. 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
Or  shall  I  basely  flee? 

a  Forbid  it.  Lord  that  I  should  dread, 
To  suffer  shame  or  loss; 
Oh!  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread. 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

5  Inspire  my  soul  with  love  divine. 
And  holy  courage  bold; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meeknes  shine. 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

4  Say  to  my  soul,  why  dost  thou  fear 
The  face  of  feeble  man? 
Behold  thy  heav'nly  captain's  here, 
Before  thee  in  the  van. 


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5  Oh!  how  my  soul  would  rise  and  rua. 

At  this  reviving  word; 
Nor  any  painful  suft''ring8  shun. 
To  foil'jw  thee  my  Lord. 

6  Let  sinful  men  reproach,  defame. 

And  call  me  what  they  will. 
If  I  may  glorify  thy  name. 
And  be  thy  servant  still. 


HYMN  95.    P.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire. 
Bear  witness  that  I'm  born  again; 

Come,  and  baptize  me,  Lord,  with  fire. 
Nor  let  a  doubt  or  cloud  remain; 

Give  me  the  sense  of  sin  forgiv'n, 

Sweet  foretaste  of  approaching  heav'n. 

Oh!  give  the  indisputable  seal. 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine: 

True  holiness  1  long  to  feel. 
The  signature  of  love  divine: 

Oh!  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad. 

Fulness  of  love,  of  heav*n,  ot  God! 


HYMN  96.    C.  M. 

HARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound: 

My  ears  attend  the  cry; 
"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground. 

Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 


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£  ^'Princes,  this  claj  must  be  your  bed. 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers! 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head. 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God!  is  this  our  certain  doom? 

And  are  we  still  secure? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more? 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace. 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly: 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We*ll  rise  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  97.    S.  M. 

1  AND  will  the  judge  descend? 
And  must  the  dead  arise? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes? 

3  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound; 
And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng, 
Spread  black  despair  around. 

3  "Depart  from  me  accurs'd. 
To  everlasting  flame. 
For  rebel  angels  first  prepar'd 
Where  mercy  never  came." 


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4  How  will  my  heart  endurd 

The  terrors  of  that  day: 
When  earth  and  heav'n,  before  his  face, 
Astonish'd  shrink  away?" 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead; 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound,. 
"What  joyful  tidings  spread! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace. 

Whose  wrath  je  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross. 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove^ 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 


HYMN  98,    L.  M. 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide. 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare; 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

12  * 


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5  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display. 
And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road  ' 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God: 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way. 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
lo  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd: 
Lead  us  to  heav*n,  the  seat  of  bliss' 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 


HYMN  99.    L  M. 

1  O  MAY  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
The  saints  in  full  prosperity; 

To  see  the  bright,  the  glitt'ring  bride, 
Close  seated  by  her  Saviour's  side. 

Hallelujah. 

2  0  may  I  find  some  humble  seat. 
Beneath  my  dear  Redeemer's  feet; 
A  servant  as  before  I've  been. 
And  sing  salvation  to  my  king. 

Hallelujah 

3  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die. 
From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly. 


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Bright  ana;els  shaH  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  new  Jerusalem. 

Hallelujah, 

4  I'll  praise  my  maker  while  I've  breath, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die. 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

Hallelujah. 

5  Farewell,  vain  world,  Tm  going;  home. 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come; 
Sweet  awgels  beckon  me  away. 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 

HalUlnjah, 

6  I  soon  shall  pass  the  veil  of  death 
And  in  his  arms  I'll  lose  my  breath; 
And  then  my  happy  somI  shall  tell 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

Hallelujah, 

7  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound. 
Awake  ye  nations  underground: 
Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds. 
And  meet  king  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 

Hallelujah, 

8  When  to  that  blessed  world  T  rise. 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies. 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell. 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  tilings  well. 

Hallelujah, 


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Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode; 
My  tneme  through  all  eternity 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory,  be. 

Hallelujah. 


HYMN  100.    C.  M. 

^  MORTALS  awake,  with  angels  join. 
And  chauntthe  solemn  lay; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine. 
To  hail  the  auspicious  day. 

£  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began. 
While  sweet  seraphic  fire. 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran. 
And  tun'd  the  golden  lyre. 

S  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew. 
And  loud  the  echo  roll*d; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new; 
'Twas  more  than  heav*n  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran. 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night 

I>ay  all  the  eastern  world. 
When  bursting,  glorious,  heav'niy  light 
The  wondrous  scene  unfurl'd. 


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6  Hark!  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  l^iids  the  song: 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The  harmoniousjheav'nly  throng. 

7  Hail  prince  of  life,  for  ever  hail! 

Redeemer,  brother,  friend! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail. 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


HYMN  101.    C.  M. 

1  WHEN  langour  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  claf, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains. 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

^  Sweet  to  lr>ok  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  his  love; 
Sweet  to  look  upwards  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  suff*ring  paid. 


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5  Sweet  in  his  righteouness  to  stand. 

Which  saves  from  second  death; 
Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day. 
His  Spirit's  quick*ning  breath. 

6  Sweet  in  his  faithfulness  to  rest. 

Whose  love  can  never  end; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

7  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams. 

What  must  the  fountain  be. 
Where  saints  and  ang-els  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee! 


HYMN.  102.  C.  M. 

1  SWEET  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 
That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Ange  s  shall  hover  lound  my  bed. 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

2  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 
View  Jesus  and  adore; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfy*d. 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

S  Shall  see  him  wear  that  very  flesh 
On  which  my  guilt  was  lain; 
His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh. 
As  though  but  newly  slain. 


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4  Soon  too,  my  slumbVin»  dust  shall  hear 

l  he  trumpet*s  quick'ning  sound; 
And,  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt. 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

5  These  eyes  shall  see  him  in  that  day, 

The  God  that  died  for  me; 
And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say. 
Lord,  who  is  like  to  thee? 

6  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  raptures  must  the  church  above 
In  Jesu's  presence  know! 

7  0  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever  with  me  stay; 
Till,  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd^ 
My  spirit  flies  away. 


HYMN   103.    C.  M. 

1  IN  ev'ry  trouble  sharp  and  strong^ 

My  soul  to  Jesus  flies; 
My  anchor-hold  is  firm  in  him. 
When  swelling  billows  rise. 

2  His  comforts  bear  my  spirits  up> 

I  trust  a  faithful  God,  , 
The  sure  foundation  of  my  hopc> 
Is  in  a  Saviour's  blood. 


3  Loud  hallelujah  sing,  ray  soul. 
To  thy  Redeemer's  name; 
In  joy  and  sorrow,  life  and  death. 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 


HYMN  104.    P.  M. 

1  HARK!  hark,  what  sounds  are  these  so  ple?is- 

ing! 
Sinners,  wipe  the  falling  tear; 
'Tis  love  divine  and  never  ceasing, 
Flows  from  Jesus  to  the  ear. 

2  "Come  unto  me  all  yc  that  labour; 

Sinners,  heavy  laden  come;'* 
None  are  more  welcome  to  the  Saviour 
Than  the  wretched  and  undone. 

3  Let  not  the  weight  of  sin  distress  you, 

Cease  to  heave  the  plaintive  sigh; 
A  hearty  welcome  now  awaits  you; 
"Come,  and  you  shall  never  die.*' 

4  Come,  ye  sinners,  come  and  wonder 

How  such  mercy  you  withstood; 
Parch*el  with  thirst,  and  starv'd  with  hunger, 
Satiate  your  souls  with  good. 

5  If  by  sin  and  sore  temptation. 

Heavy  laden  and  opprest. 
Behold  the  gracious  invitation, 
"Come  and  I  will  give  you  rest.'*^ 


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PART  SECOND. 

1  NO  longer  let  the  tempter  keep  you 
Fast  in  chains  of  unbelief; 
Though  late  in  life,  the  word  assures  you, 
Christ  could  save  the  dying  thief, 

2>  Mary  Magdalen  too  can  witness, 
To  the  m«rcy  she  receiv'd: 
Then  doubt  no  longer  of  your  fitnesS'^^ 
Saul,  of  sinners  chief,  believed. 

3  Ho!  all  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden. 

Fly  to  Christ,  the  Saviour's  breast;. 
Receive  the  pressing  invitation, 
"Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest.'* 

HYMN  105.    S.  M. 

1  THOU  God  of  Jabez,  hear. 

While  we  entreat  thy  grace. 
And  borrow  that  expressive  pray'r 
With  which  he  sought  thy  face, 

2  «0  that  the  Lord  indeed. 

Would  me  his  servant  bias?. 
From  ev'ry  evil  shield  my  head. 
And  crown  my  paths  with  peace* 

5  Be  his  Almighty  hand 

My  helper  and  my  guide, 
'Till,  with  his  saints  in  Canaatfi'*  lan<J 
My  portion  he  divide." 


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Thus  pious  Jabez  pray'd, 

While  God  inclined  his  ear; 
And  all  by  whom  this  suit  is  made. 

Shall  find  the  blessing  near. 

5  Ye  youths  your  vows  combine. 
With  loud  united  voice; 
So  shall  your  heads  with  honour  shine, 
And  all  your  hearts  rejoice. 


HYMN  106.  CM. 

1  THRO'  all  the  downward  tracts  of  time, 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys; 
O,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot. 
Or  regulate  our  ways. 

2  I  cannot  doubt  his  bounteous  love, 

TjRmeasurably  kind; 
Tolas  unerring,  gracious  will. 
Be  ev'ry  wish  resign'd. 

3  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good. 

Nor  less  when  he  denies; 
Ev'n  crosses  from  his  sov'reign  hand 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name; 
^  There  let  me  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  the  slaughter'd  Lamb. 


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HYMN  lor.   p.m: 

1  CAST  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour; 
He,  (whose  hands  for  thee  were  bor'd,) 
Can  and  will  deliver. 

2  Why  should  sorrows  bow  thee  down, 

Trials  or  temptation! 
Is  not  Christ,  upon  the  throne. 
Still  thy  strong  salvation? 

3  Roll  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour; 
He,  (whose  hands  for  thee  were  bor'd,) 
Can  and  will  deliver. 


HYMN  108.    P.M. 

1  GUIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgi'im  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand: 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more, 

2  Open  now  the  chrystal  fountain. 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Li'kd  me  all  my  journey  through: 

Strong  deliv'rer! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  ghield. 


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3  Feed  me  with  the  heaVnly  manna, 

In  this  barren  wilderness: 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner, 
Be  my  robe  of  righteousness: 

Fight  and  conquer 
AH  mv  Foes  by  sov'reign  grace. 

4  When  1  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan. 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 
Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side, 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN  109  C.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear, 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul. 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name!  the  rock  on  which  I  build. 

My  shield  and  hiding  place; 
My  never  failinsj  treasury,  fiU'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus!  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend. 

My  prophet,  priest  and  king; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end. 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 


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5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart,  \ 

And  could  my  warmest  thoughl, 
But  wiien  I  see  thee  as  thou  art,         ^ 
rii  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  'Till  then  I  would  thy  love,  proclaim, 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath: 
And  may  the  music  of  t'ny  name 
Reflesh  my  soul  in  death. 


HYMN  110     P.  M. 

1  BEGONE!  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near. 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear; 

By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform. 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,   I  smile   at   the 
storm. 

2  Tho'  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  *tis  his  to  provide; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all 

fail. 
The  word  he  has  spoken  will  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  bring  me  quite 

through. 

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4  Since  all  that  I  meet  sliall  work  for  mj  goo4 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food; 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 

long, 
And  then,  0  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 

ffong. 


HYMN  111.    S.  M. 

1  IVfY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won. 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down: 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
'Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


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HYMN  112.    C.  M. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  th<e  mercy-seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh: 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee. 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 

By  Satan  sorely  prest; 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place. 

That,  sheU.er'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  him  "thou  hast  died." 

5  0  wonderous  love!  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  "Poor  tempest-tost  soul  be  still, 

My  promis'd  grace  receive;" 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks,  I  must, I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


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HYMN  113.    P.  M. 

The  weary.  Pilgrim's  consolation, 

1  COME,  and  taste  along  with  me 

The  weary  Pilgrim's  consolation; 
Boundless  mercy  running  free. 

The  earnest  of  complete  salvation 
Joy  and  peace  in  Christ  I  find. 
My  heart  to  him  is  all  resign'd; 
The  fulness  of  his  power  1  prove. 
And  all  my  soul's  dissolved  in  love. 

Jesus  is  the  Pilgrim's  portion. 

Love  is  boundless  as  the  ocean. 

2  When  the  world  of  flesh  would  rise, 

And  strive  to  draw  me  from  my  Saviour, 
Strangers  slight,  or  friends  despise, 

I  then  more  highly  prize  his  favour. 
.  Friends,  believe  me  vvhen  I  tell. 
If  Christ  be  present,  ail  is  well: 
The  world  and  flesh  in  vain  may  rise, 
I  all  their  efforts  do  despise. 

In  the  world  Pve  tribulation. 

But  in  Christ  Pve  consolation. 

3  Worldlings  hold  me  in  disdain. 

Because  I  shun  their  carnal  pleasure; 
All  in  this  which  gives  me  pain 

Is,  that  they  slight  a  noble  treasure. 
But  still  among  them,  bless  the  Lord! 
There  are  some  who  tremble  at  his  word; 


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And  this  doth  joy  to  me  impart, 

To  think  the  Lord  hath  reach'd  their  heart, 

0  the  grace  to  sinners  given, 

Peace  on  earth,  and  crowns  in  heaven. 

4  When  Pm  in  the  house  of  prayer. 

1  find  him  with  the  cor^regation: 
Music  sweet  unto  my  ear 

Is  the  glad  sound  of  free  salvation. 
When  I  join  to  sing  l)is  praise, 
My  heart  in  holy  raptures  raise; 
I  join,  and  sing,  and  sliout  aloud, 
And  disregard  tlie  gazing  crowd. 
Glorious  theme  of  exultation. 
What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

5  When  I  hear  the  pleasing  sound 

Of  weeping  mourners  just  converted, 
.    The  dead's  alive,  the  lost  is  found, 

The  Lord  iiath  healed  the  brokenhearted. 
My  heart  exults,  my  spirits  glow, 
I  love  my  Lord  amcl  brethren  so; 
Oh  had  1  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 
I  soon  would  sing  with  those  above. 

Glory,  honour,  and  salvation. 

What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

6  Why  should  1  regard  the  frowns 

Of  those  who  mock,  deride,  or  slight  me; 
Soon  ni  lie  beneath  the  ground. 

Beyond  the  reach  of  those  who  hate  me. 
Sorrows,  toils,  and  sufterings  o'er. 
When  once  we  reach  tliat  happy  shore; 


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There,  with  the  shining  hosts  above, 
I'll  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love. 
Blessings  there  beyond  expression, 
Ever  roll  in  sweet  succession. 

7  Sinners,  you  may  laugh  and  scorn; 

Your  moments  lost  will  be  lamented; 
The  awful  day  is  hastening  on. 

When  you  will  wish  you  had  repented. 
Death  in  its  embraces  cold, 
Will  soon  your  mortal  bodies  hold. 
Then  all  your  pleasures  take  their  flight. 
And  down  you'll  sink  to  endless  night: 

While  you're  of  that  guilty  number. 

Your  destruction  doth  not  slumber. 

8  Fellow  sinner  go  with  me. 

My  heart's  enlarged  to  receive  you; 
Slio-ht  not  mercy  ofFer'd  free, 

Come  to  Jesus  he'll  relieve  you: 
But  if  you  offer'd  grace  refuse. 
And  vnll  destruction' ever  choose; 
Unhappy  souls  your  guilt  and  blood. 
Will  rest  on  your  defenceless  head: 

Darkness,  torment,  pain  and  sorrow. 

May  be  yours  before  to-morrow. 

9  Mourner  see  your  Saviour  stand. 

With  arms  expanded  to  receive  you; 
He  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

Venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you: 
Cast  all  vour  doubts  and  fears  aside, 
The  door  of  mercy's  open  wide; 


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The  fountain  flows  which  saves  from  sinj 
Come  now  believe  and  enter  in. 

Don't  distrust  your  blessed  Saviour; 

Come,  believe,  and  live  for  ever. 

HYMN  114.    P.  M, 

1  Vital  spark  of  heav'nly  flame. 
Quit,  oh  quit,  this  mortal  frame^ 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
Oh,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 

Cease  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife. 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark!  they  whisper:  angels  say. 
Sister  spirit,  come  away: 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight? 

Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death? 

3  The  world  recedes:  it  disappears! 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes!  my  ears! 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings!  I  mount!  I  fly! 
O  grave!  where  is  thy  victory? 

O  death!  where  is  thy  sting? 

HYMN  115.  CM. 

1  0  FOR  a  breeze  of  heav'nly  love. 
To  waft  my  soul  away. 
To  the  celestial  world  above. 
Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 


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2  Eternal  Spirit  deign  to  be. 

My  pilot  here  below. 
To  steer  thro'  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
Where  stormy  winds  doth  blow, 

3  From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand. 

From  quicksands  of  despair; 
0  guide  me  safe  to  Canaan's  land* 
Thro'  ev'ry  latent  snare. 

4  Anchor  me  in  that  port  above. 

On  that  celestial  shore, 
Wliere  dashing  billows  never  niov^. 
Where  tempests  never  roar. 


HYMN  116.  P.  M. 

1  0  ZrON,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave. 
Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man  cari 

save, 
Surrounded  with  troubles,  with  terror  dis* 

may'd. 
With  toiling  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  dg- 

cay'd. 
Loud  roaring  the  billows,  now  night,  thee  o'ej> 

whelm, 
But  skilful  the  pilot  that  sits  at  the  lielm;  [ 

His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  sha,U     ' 

defend, 
'Till  he,  all  victorious,thy  warfare  shall  end.      i 


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2  0  fearful,  0  faithless,  in  mercy  he  cries. 
What  though  high  the  surges  to  aftVight  thee 

arise; 
Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall 

stand. 
Through  tossings  and  tempests  TU  bring  thee 

to  land. 
Forget  thee  I  will  not,  I  care  for  thy  name, 
Engrav'd  on  my  heart,  it  shall  ever  remain; 
The  palms  of  my  hands,  when  I  look  on  I  see. 
The  wounds  I  receiv'd,  when  I  suffered  for 

thee. 

S  The  fearful,  the  faithless,  the  weak  are  my 

care, 
The  helpless,  the  hopeless,  I  hear  their  sad 

prayer;— 
Through  great  tribulation  my  people  T  bring. 
And  when  they  reach  heaven  the  louder  they'll 

sing. 
I  feel  at  my  heart,  all  thy  sighs  and  thy 

groans. 
For  thou  art  most  nigh  me,  my  flesh  and  my 

bones; 
In  all  thy  afflictions,  though  great  is  thy  pain. 
They  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain. 

4  The  day  of  eternal  salvation  draws  near. 
When  Jesus  our  leader  will  dry  every  tear. 
Our  bodies  and  souls  shall  his  glory  partake. 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  and  the  na- 
tions awake. 
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1G2 

Fight  on,  ye  old  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  dis- 

charg'd. 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasure  enlar- 

ged. 
With  singing  and  shouting,  though  Jordan 

may  roar; 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan  and  stand  on  the 

shore. 


HYMN  117.  P.  M. 

1  WHEN  the  fierce  nortli  wind  with  his  airy 
forces 
Rears  up  the  ocean  to  a  foaming  fury. 
And  the  red   lishtnino;  with  a  btonu  of  hail 
come 

Rushing  amain  down. 

2  How   the  poor  sailors   stand    amatz'd    and^it 

tremble, 
While    the    hoarse  thunder,  like   a  bloody 

trumpet. 
Roars  a  loud  onset  to  the  gaping  waters, 
Quick  to  devour  them. 

3  Such  shall   the  noise  be,  and  the  wild   dis- 

order, 

If  things  eternal  may  be  like  tliese  earthly; 

Such   the  dire  terror  when  the  great  arch- 
angel 

Shakes  the  creation. 


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4  Tears  the  strong  pillars  of  the  vault  of  hea- 

ven, 
Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repose  of  princes, 
See  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  arising. 
Flames  all  around  them» 

5  Hark!    the    shrill    outcries    of    the    guilty 

wretches! 
Lively,  bright  horror  and  amazing  anguish, 
Stare  through  their  eye-lids,  while  the  living 

worm  lies 

Gnawing  within  them. 

6  Thought,  like  old  ji^ultures,  pray  upon   their 

heart  strin;:;s. 

And  the  smart  twinges  when  the  eye  beholds 
the 

Lofty  judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  ven- 
geance 

Rolling  before  him. 

7  Hopeless   immortals,  how  they  scream  and 

shiver. 

While  devils  push  them  to  the  pit  wide  yawn- 
ing, 

Hideous  and  gloomy  to  receive  them  head- 
long 

Down  to«the  centre. 

S  Stop  here  my  fancy,  (all  away  ye  horrid 
Doleful  ideais,)  come,  arise  to  Jesus, 
How  he  sits  God-like,  and  the  saints  around 
him 

Thron'd,  yet  adoring 


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9  O  niaj  I  sit  there,  when  he  comes  triumphant. 
Dooming  the  nations;  then  ascend  to  glory. 
While  our  hosannalis  all  along  the  passage, 
Shout  the  Redeemer 


HYMN  118.    P.  M. 

1  COME,  and  taste  along  with  me 
Consolation  running  free. 
From  my  father's  wealthy  thron^j 
^veeter  than  the  honey  combu 

CHORUS. 

Ml  prai&e  God^  and  youHl  praise  God, 

^nd  weHl  all  praise  God  together; 

Pll  praise  the  Lord,  for  the  work  that  he  has 

done, 
*dnd  we*ll  bless  his  name  for  ever, 

2  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone! 
Two  are  better  far  than  one; 

The  more  that  come  with  free  good  will. 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

/  HI  praise  God,  Sfc, 

5  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door. 
Asking  for  a  little  more; 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

///  praise  God,  Sfc, 


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4  Goodness  running  like  a  stream, 
Through  the  new  Jerusalem; 
By  its  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  both. 

IHl  praise  God,  ^'c. 

5  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud. 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  God 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door. 
Making  up  the  number  more. 

I'll  praise  God^  ^*c, 

6  TIeav'n  here  and  heav'n  there. 
Comforts  flowing  every  where; 
This  1  boldly  can  attest. 
That  my  soul  has  got  a  taste. 

I  HI  praise  God,  ^c, 

7  Now  I  go  rejoiceinghome, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume; 
Gleaning  manna  on  the  road. 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 

/ '//  praise  God,  ^*c, 

8  0  return,  ye  sons  of  grace. 
Turn  and  see  God's  smiling  face; 
Hark!  he  calls  backsliders  home. 
Then  from  him  no  longer  roam. 

IHl  praise  God,  ^c. 

HYMN  119.  L   M. 

1  OH!  give  me  Lord,  my  sins  td- mourn, 
My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn; 
14  -^ 


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Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  sec, 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

3  0  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  wondrous  sight; 
O  that  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3  I'd  hang  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
Lord  save  a  soulcondemn'd  to  die. 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne. 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 

4  Father  of  mercy!  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son; 
And  with  my  broken  heart  comply, 
O  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die. 

5  0  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt. 

If  thou  wouldst  ease  me  of  my  guilt; 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry. 
And  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die. 

G  O  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell. 
Or  else  with  devils  I  must  dwell; 
Oh  might  I  enter,  now  I'm  come; 
Lord  Jesus  save,  or  I  am  gone. 

HYMN  120.     P.  M. 
1  EXULTING,  rejoicing,  hail  the  happy  moro- 

The  morning  on  which  the  Saviour  Christ 
was  born; 


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Angels  of  mercy  who  his  birth  attended, 
0  bear  our  loud  hosannahs  through  the  sky. 

2  Salvation  proclaiming  to  the  guilty  nations. 
He  comes  in  the  glory,  and  in  the  power  of 

God; 
Angels  of  mercy,  who  his  steps  attended, 
O  bear  our  loud  hosannahs  through  the  sky. 

8  Devoted,  submissive,  on  the  cross,  expiring. 
He  bows  to  the  mandate  of  his  Father,  God; 
Angels  of  pity,  who  his  death  attended, 
O  bear  our  loud  hosannahs  through  the  sky. 

4  He  rose  from  the  dead,  and  up  to  heaven  as- 
cended. 
And  now  intercedeth  for  the  sons  of  men: 
Who  would  not  love  so  gracious  a  Redeemer; 
We  hail  thee!  Prince  and  Saviour  of  lost 
mankind. 


HYMN  121.    P.  M. 
FOR  CAMP  MEETIJVG, 

THE  trump  of  the  Gospel  resounds  thro*  the 

land. 
Repent,  for  the  kingdom  of  heav'n's  at  hand! 
Awake  thou  that  sleepest,  arise  from  the  dead. 
And  Christ  shall  enlighten,  and  raise  up  thy 

head. 


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2  While  the  rich,  poor,  wise,  simple,  the  aged 

and  youth. 

In  the  north,  south,  and  west,  are  embracing 
the  truth — 

Bring  near,  heav'nly  Father,  to  us  the  glad 
hour. 

The  times  of  refreshing — the  day  of  thy  pow- 
er. 

3  With  bowels  of  mercy,  0  Jesus  survey. 
The  great  congregation  assembled  to-day; 
Of  names  and  sects  divers — the  price  of  thy 

blood. 
Who  long  have  revolted,  and  wander'd  from 
God. 

4  Let  the  cloud  of  thy  glory  o'ershadow  the 

whole — 
A  deep  veneration  impress  on  each  soul — 
And  strengthen  thy  servants  thy  word  to  pro- 
claim. 
And  work  for  the  honour  and  praise  of  thy 
name. 

5  In  copious  effusions  thy  free  Spirit  shed, 
Requicken  the  living,  and  quicken  the  dead! 
On  penitent  sinners  thine  own  image  stamp. 
And  awaken  the  shout  of  a  king  in  the  camp. 

6  Let  bigotry  fall.  Lord,  like  Dagon  of  old. 
Overturn  Satan's  kingdom — thy  standard  un- 
fold. 

And  raise  up  an  army  thy  name  to  adore, 
While  life's  current  flows  and  when  time  is 
no  mtre. 


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HYMN  122.    CM. 

1  WHEN  faith  presents  the  Saviour's  deatb^ 

Aad  whispers,  "this  is  mine:" 
Sweetly  my  rising  hours  advance^ 
And  peacefully  decline. 

2  Let  outward  things  go  how  they  will. 

On  thee  1  cast  my  care; 
But  let  me  reign  with  thee  in  heaven. 
Though  most  unworthy  here. 

5  Faith  in  thy  love  shall  sweeten  death. 
And  smooth  the  rugged  way; 
Smile  on  me,  dearest  Lord,  and  then 
1  shall  not  wish  to  stay. 


HYMN  125.     P  M. 

1  ON  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin. 

Justice,  witli  a  flaming  sword. 
Was  my  guiltj-  soul  pursuing. 
When  1  first  beheld  my  Lord. 

2  Terrified  with  Sinai's  thunder. 

Straight  1  flew  to  Calvary, 
Where  1  sa,w  with  love  and  wonder, 
Him  by  faith  who  died  for  me. 

S  •*Sinner,"heexciaim'd"Pve  loved  that 
With  an  everlasting  love; 
Justice  has  in  me  approv'd  thee; 
Thou  shalt  dwell  with  ni«  ai^oye/^. 


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4  Sweet  as  angels'  notes  in  heaven, 

^Vhen  togo!dei>  harps  they  sound. 
Is  the  voice  of  sins  forgiven, 
To  the  soul  by  Satan  bound. 

5  Sweet  as  angels'  harps  in  glorj, 

Was  that  heavenly  voice  to  me. 
When  I  saw  my  Lord  before  me 
Bleed  and  die  to  set  me  free! 

6  Saints  attend  with  holy  wonder! 

Sinners,  hear  and  sing  his  praise: 
'Tis  the  God  that  holds  the  thunder, 
Shows  himself  the  God  of  grace' 


HYMN  124.    C.  M 

Class-Meeting. 

\  LORD!  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  ihy  heav'nly  grace. 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet. 
We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  a2;ain, 
0  let  tliy  gracious  presence  still 
With  ev'ry  one  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one. 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
'Till  we  around  tliy  glorious  throne 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 


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4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 

Shall  then  for  ever  fly, 
And  not  one  thought  that  we  should  part, 
Once  intei  cept  our  joj. 

5  Where,  void  of  all  distracting  pains. 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire: 
But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains. 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus,  through  all  eternity. 

Upon  the  heav'nly  shore. 
The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah  we'll  adore. 


HYMN  125.    P.  M. 

1  A  FEW  more  days  on  earth  to  spend, 
A^  all  my  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 
Then  1  shall  see  my  God  and  friend. 

And  praise  his  name  on  high. 
There's  no  more  sighs,  and  no  more  tears. 
There's  no  more  pains,  and  no  more  fears. 
But  God  and  Christ  and  heav'n  appears. 

Unto  the  ravish'd  eye. 

2  Then,  oh!  my  soul,  despond  no  more, 
The  storm  of  life  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  1  shall  find  the  peaceful  shore. 

Of  everlasting  rest. 


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O  happy  day!  0  joyful  Iioqf, 
When  freed  from  earth,  my  soul  shall  towV, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  Satan's  power. 
To  be  for  ever  blest 

My  soul  anticipates  the  day, 
rd  joyfully  the  ca''l  obey, 
Which  summonses  my  soul  awayi 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 
There  [  shall  see  my  Saviour's  face# 
And  dwell  in  his  belov'd  embrace. 
And  taste  the  fulness  of  his  grace. 

And  sing  redeeming  love. 

Though  dire  afflictions  press  me  sore. 
And  death's  black  billovi^s  roll  before. 
Yet  still  by  faith  I  see  the  shore. 

Beyond  the  rolling  flood: 
The  neav'nly  Canaan  sweet  and  fair. 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes  appear, 
And  makes  me  almost  think  I'm  there. 

To  yonder  bright  abode. 

To  earthly  cares  I'd  say  farewell. 
And  triumph  over  death  and  hel!. 
And  go  where  saints  and  angels  dwell. 

To  praise  the  eternal  Three. 
I'll  join  with  them  that's  gone  before. 
Who  sing  and  shout  their  sutf'rings  o'er, 
Where  pain  and  parting  is  so  more, 

To  all  etersity. 


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Adieu  ye  scenes  of  noise  and  sluow, 

And  all  this  region  here  below, 

Where  nought  but  disappointments  grow, 

A  better  world's  in  view. 
My  Saviour  calls!  I  haste  away, 
I  would  not  here  for  ever  stay. 
Hail!  ye  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 

Vain  world,  once  more  adieu. 


HYMN  126.    L.M, 

1  GRANT,  gracious  father,  that  this  day, 

In  peace  and  comfort  I  may  spends 
Banish  all  wordly  thoughts  away. 
And  let  my  prayers  to  thee  ascend. 

2  Keep  me  in  thought,  in  word,  and  deed,, 

From  saying  and  from  doing  wrong; 
Supply  whatever  thou  knowest  I  need. 
And  swell,  with  grateful  praise,  my  tongue. 

3  That  at  its  close  I  may  survey, 

Each  thought,  each  word,  and  action  past. 
And  conscience,  whisp'ring  comfort,  say, 
•*You  need  not  fear,  tho*  'twere  your  last.-' 

4  'Tis  thus,  oh  God!  each  day  I'd  spend, 

*Tis  thus  I  would  each  hour  improve^ 
And  when  this  transient  life  shall  endj 
Resign  myself  wnto  thy  love. 
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HYMN  127.    L.  M. 

Jijsr  OTHER. 

1  OH  thou  whose  guardian  care  hath  kept 

Us  safe  from  danger  whilst  we  slept. 
And  now  again,  our  souls  hath  blest, 
With  this,  another  day  of  rest. 

2  Gather  thou  in  each  wand'rhig  thought 

Nor  let  it  longer  rove  from  thee, 
May  thy  same  mercy  th  it  hath  bought 
Our  souls  fi-om  sin,  "still  keep  them  free." 

S  Oh  let  thy  love  this  day  direct 

Our  wand'ring  feet  in  patlis  of  peace, 
From  sin  and  wrath  our  souls  protect. 
And  bid  each  jarring  passion  cease. 

4  May  peace  and  meekness  ever  dwell 
Within  our  hearts,  may  love  divine. 
With  gratitude  our  bosoms  swell, 
And  pard'ning  mercy  seal  us  thine. 


HYMN  128.    P.  M. 

GREAT  GOD,  on  thee  our  trust  is  stayed. 
For  in  thy  holy  word  'tis  said. 

Those  who  on  thee  rely. 
Shall  the  fuil  measure  of  thy  love. 
With  ev'ry  gracious  promise  prove, 

And  never,  never  die, 


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2  That    thought    shall    wake  our  slumb'ring 
powers, 
And  comfort  us  in  those  dark  hours, 
When  troubles  gather  round: 
For  he  who  has  the  promise  given. 
Will,  if  our  thoughts  are  fixed  on  heaven, 
A  ready  help  be  found. 
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3  When  earth  itself  shall  melt  away, 
And  nature's  brightest  sun  decay; 
The  moon  be  turn'd  to  blood. 
He'll  bear  us  up,  he's  promised  more. 
He'll  land  our  souls  on  Canaan's  shore. 
Above  the  fiery  flood. 


HYMN  129.     P.  M. 

YOUNG  people  all  attention  give, 

While  I  address  you  in  God's  name* 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live. 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend, 
I  sought  for  bliss  in  ^litt'ring  toys,      ^ 

And  raijg'd  the  'luring  scenes  of  vice, 
But  never  Ibund  substantial  joys 

Untd  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

He  spake  my  sins  at  once  forgiv'n. 
And  wash'd  my  load  of  guilt  away. 

He  gave  me  pardon,  peace,  and  heaven. 
And  thus  I  tound  the  good  old  way: 


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And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view. 
Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet. 

For  death  eternal  waits  tor  you, 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

3  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone. 

By  fleeting  time,  or  cunquVuig  death; 
Yon  morning  sun  may  set  at  noou. 

And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark: 
Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 

Must  wither,  like  the  blasted  rose, 
The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding  sheet. 

Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

4  Ye  heedless  ones  that  wildly  stroll. 

The  grave  must  soon  become  your  bed; 
Where  silence  reign-,  and  vapours  roll. 

In  solemn  silence  round  your  head: 
Your  friends  may  pass  that  lonesome  place, 

And  with  a  sir^h  move  slowly  on, 
Btiil  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass. 

With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown. 

5  But  Ol  the  soul  where  vengeance  reigns. 

It  sinks  with  groans  and  ceaseless  cries. 
It  rolls  amidst  the  burning  flames 

In  endless  woe  and  agon  e-: 
There  swallow'd  up  in  dai  kest  night. 

Where  devils  howl,  and  thunders  roar, 
To  rage  in  keen  despair  and  guilt. 

When  thousand  thousand  years  are  e'er. 


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6  0!  fellow  youth,  this  is  the  state 

Of  ail  who  do  tree  grace  refuse, 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose: 
Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 

No  longer  fight  against  your  God; 
But  with  my  mission  now  jComply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  ycMr  great  reward. 


HYMN  130.    P.  M. 

1  Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming. 

Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud. 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him, 

How  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd: 
I'll  arise  and  go  and  meet  him; 

He'll  embrace  me  in  his  arms; 
In  the  arms  of  my  diear  Jesus, 

0  there  is  ten  thousand  charms. 

2  Death  shall  uot  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guide  me  through  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  some  heav'n  y  convoy. 

To  convey  my  spirit  home: 
Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 

Whi  e  my  Saviour's  by  my  side, 
Canaan,  Canaan,  lies  before  me. 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

3  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting. 

On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream. 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  is  their  theme: 
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ITS       «^ 

See,  thej  whisper!  hark!  they  call  me. 

Sister  spirit  come  away, 
Lo  1  come!  earth  can't  contain  me 

Hail  ye  realms  of  endless  day 

4  Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky, 
Tho'  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye, 

I'll  enjoy  you  soon  on  high: 
Soon  I'll  gain  a  full  possession, 

Faith  and  hope  shall  henceforth  cease. 
Lost  in  love's  exhaustless  ocean, 

Love  that  sweetest,  brightest  grace. 

5  Swiftly  roll  ye  lingering  hours. 

Seraphs  lend  your  glittVing  wiwgs. 
Love  absorbs  my  ransom'd  powers, 

Heav'nly  sound  around  me  rings: 
Worlds  above  are  briglit  and  glorious 

All  beneath  are  dark  and  void. 
Conquest  gained,  I'll  shout  victorious 

In  the  praises  of  my  God. 

fi  Smiling  angels  now  surround  me. 

Troops  resplendent  fill  the  skies, 
Glory  shining  all  around  me, 

VVhile  my  towering  spirit  flies: 
Jesus  clad  in  dazzling  splendour. 

Now  methinks  appears  in  view, 
Brethren  could  you  see  my  Jesus, 

You  would  serve  ajid  love  him  too. 


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HYMN  131.    P.M. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinners,  and  look  yonfleV, 

See  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 
0  astonishing  the  number, 

Higher  mounting  than  the  skies: 
Cry  for  mercy. 
Dread  the  death  that  never  dies. 

2  On  the  cruttibling  banks  of  ruin, 

How  can  you  securely  dwell? 
Sinners,  vengeance  is  pursuing. 

And  will  sweep  you  down  to  hell: 
Then  to  heaven. 
Finally  you'll  bid  farewell. 

3  Doom'd  \yhere  sorrows  behind  sorrows, 

Follow  on  without  control. 
Floods  of  vengeance  big  with  horror. 

Without  intermission  roll; 
Wrath  vindictive 
Overwhelms  the  guilty  soul. 

4  Wi;apt  in  sheets  of  black  damnation. 

There  the  curling  flames  surround.. 
Torments  endless,  no  cessation, 

Mercy  there  cannot  be  found: 
Dismal  yel lings,  and 
In  those  lower  regions  bound. 

5  See  yon  sun  how  swift  he  hasteth 

Through  the  circuit  of  the  skies; 
How  your  golden  moments  wasteth. 

Sinners  pray  at  length  be  wise: 
O!  he's  setting. 
And  may  set  no  more  to  rise. 


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6  See  how  fast  your  time  is  flying 

Will  ye  sinners  yet  delay? 
One  is  gone,  another's  dying, 

0!  to  God  for  mercy  pray: 
Time  is  precious: 
God  may  next  call  you  away. 

7  Now's  the  time  for  preparation, 

While  the  vital  air  y^u  breathe; 
God  is  offering  you  salvation, 

Calls  you  yet  to  turn  and  live: 
Boundless  mercy; 
All  who  comes  he  will  receive. 

8  Seethe  precious  blood  of  Jesus, 

Streaming  from  the  cursed  tree. 
Will  not  this  suffice  to  grieve  us, 

Jesus  spilt  his  blood  for  me: 
Come  then  sinners, 
And  his  great  salvation  see. 


HYMN  1S2.    C.  M. 

1  THE  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press 

Must  fix  this  firm  and  sure. 
That  tribulations,  more  or  less. 
They  must  and  shall  endure* 

2  From  this  there's  none  can  be  exempt, 

'Tis  God's  own  wise  decree; 
Sata;i  the  weake-t  saint  will  tempt, 
Ner  are  the  strongest  free. 


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3  The  world  opposes  from  without, 

And  unbelief  within. 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubti 
And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 

4  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up. 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow; 
*Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop. 
And  down  we  sink  as  low. 

5  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  heart, 
4-nd  seldom  do  we  see  the  snares 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify, 

Pursue  the  narrow  path; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with  steadfast  eye. 
And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 

7  Tho'  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong. 

His  promises  are  true; 
We  shall  be  conqu'rers  all  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conqu'rers  too. 


HYMN  133.    C.  M. 

1  SWEET  muse  descend,  and  bless  the  shade, 
And  bless  the  ev'ning  grove! 
Business  and  noise,  and  day  are  fled, 
And  every  care  but  love. 


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2  *Tis  no  mean  beauty  of  the  ground. 

That  hath  enslav'd  mj  eyes; 
I  faint  beneath  a  nobler  wound, 
JSor  love  below  the  skies. 

3  Jesus  has  all  my  pow'rspossess'd, 

My  hopes,  my  fears,  my  joys: 
He,  the  dear  sovereign  of  my  breast, 
aliall  still  command  my  voice. 

4  Some  of  the  fairest  choirs  above. 

Shall  flock  around  my  song. 
With  joy  to  hear  the  name  they  love 
Sound  from  a  mortal  tongue. 

5  His  charms  shall  make  my  numbers  flow; 

And  hold  the  falling  flood, 
Wiiile  silence  sits  on  every  bough. 
And  bends  the  list'nins^  wood. 

6  I'll  carve  thy  passion  on  the  bark. 

And  ev'ry  wounded  tree, 
Shalldroop,  and  bear  some  m.ystic  mark,. 
That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

7  The  swains  shall  wonder  when  they  read, 

Inscrib'd  on  all  the  grove. 
That  heav'a  itself  came  down  and  bled. 
To  win  a  mortal's  love. 

HYMN  134.  P.  M. 

1  IT  grieves  me.  Lord,  it  grieves  me  sore. 
That  1  have  liv'd  to  thee  no  more. 
And  wasted  half  my  days; 


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M  J  inward  pow'r  shall  burn  and  flame, 
With  zeal  and  passion  for  thy  name; 
I  could  not  speak  but  for  my  God, 
Nor  move  but  to  his  praise 

2  What  are  mj  eyes,  but  aids  to  see 
The  glries  of  the  Deity, 

Inscrib'd  with  beams  of  light; 
In  fiow'rs  and  stars,  Lord  1  behold. 
The  shining  azure  green  and  gold. 
But  when  I  try  to  read  thy  name, 

A  dimness  veils  my  sight. 

S  Mine  ears  are  rais'd  when  Virgil  sings, 
Sicilian  swains,  and  Trojan  kings, 

And  drink  the  music  in. 
Why  should  the  trumpet's  brazen  voice. 
Or  oaten  reed  awake  my  joys. 
And  yet  my  heart  so  stupid  He, 
When  sacred  hymns  begin. 

4  Change  me,  0  God!  my  flesh  shall  be 
An  instrument  of  song  to  thee, 

And  now  the  notes  inspire; 
My  tongue  shall  keep  the  heav'nly  chime. 
My  cheerful  pulse  shall  beat  the  time. 
And  sweet  variety  of  sound. 

Shall  in  thy  praise  conspire. 

5  The  dearest  nerve  about  my  heart 
Should  it  refuse  to  bear  a  part. 

With  my  melodious  breath. 


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Pd  tear  away  the  vital  chord, 
A  bloody  victim  to  my  Lord, 
And  live  without  that  impious  string. 
Or  show  my  zeal  in  death. 


HYMN  135.    P.M. 
On  Death. 

1  HOW  dreadful  is  the  thouo,]it  of  death, 
That  soon  will  rob  us  ot  our  breath, 

Though  careless  some  remain; 
In  glory  Chriat  you'll  never  see. 
Remember  sinner  this  from  me, 

You  11  feel  eternal  pain. 

2  Soon  will  your  day  of  grace  be  o'er. 
Its  loss  for  ever  you'll  deplore, 

Come,  now  its  in  thy  power, 
O!  fly  to  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
On  which  you  may  securely  rest. 

In  death's  uncertain  hour. 

3  When  death  our  bodies  shall  assail. 
Our  stronger  passions  then  will  fail, 

It  sinks  us  to  the  grave; 
Riches  shall  then  be  no  defence, 
>sor  all  the  powers  of  eloquence, 

Jesus  alone  can  save. 

4  No  more  let  us  in  sin  delight. 
But  all  our  days  against  it  fightj- 

And  when  we  come  t©  die. 


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In  Christ  a  lively  faith  we'll  have. 
Which  reaches  far  beyond  the  grave. 
And  bids  us  death  defy. 

The  righteous  soon  will  meet  above. 
And  prove  the  Saviour's  boundless  love; 

0!  may  we  with  them  join; 
In  concert  with  the  heav'nly  host. 
Praise  Father;  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

In  ecstacies  divine. 


HYMNlsr.    L.M. 

Another, 

1  SOON  will  this  mortal  life  be  o'er. 
The  body  moulder  into  dust; 
Naked  my  soul  will  stand  before 
A  God  that's  holy,  pure  and  just 

3  Its  standing  doom  of  bliss  or  woe 

Will  from  the  great  1  AM  receive> 
Up  to  the  realms  of  glory  go. 
Or  io  hell's  torments  ever  live. 

3  Without  an  interest  in  the  blood 

Of  JesuB,  «hed  on  Calvary, 
We  can't  escape  his  vengeful  rod. 
How  e'er  so  moral  here  we  be, 

4  Away  then  all  self-righteouiness, 

My  soul  from  nature's  sleep  ariie, 
Be  justified  by  faith,  through  grace. 
And  claioi  a  mans^ion  in  the  skies. 
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5  Perfection's  height  maj  I  ascend, 

And  fecS  my  soul  dissolvM  in  love;. 
That  when  my  days  below  shall  end, 
Ang«;ls  may  waft  my  soul  above^ 


HYMN  137.    P.  M. 

1  O  HEARKEN  sinners,  we  have  cause. 
To  warn  you  of  your  danger,. 
We  pray  be  reconcil'd  to  him 
Who  once  lay  in  a  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirsts. 

Come  ye  to  the  waters. 
Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirsty 

Ve  Zion*ssons  and  daii;^hters. 


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2  The  awful  God  who  made  your  soul. 
And  all  the  world  around  you. 
Doth  charge  you  with  ten  thousand  crimes^ 
But  hateth  to  confound  you. 

HoJ  every  one,  Sfc»^ 

5  0  seek  the  circumcising  grace. 
Be  wise,  do  not  refuse  it. 
For  if  you  seek  your  life  to  save. 
You  will  be  sure  to  lose  it. 

Mo!  every  onet  ^c. 


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4  The  cross  of  Christ  you  have  to  bear. 

Fearless  of  persecution, 
Or  groan  you  wiil,  when  time  shall  cease. 
In  darkness  and  confusion. 

Hoi  every  Quet  ^e. 

5  Come  all  ye  humble,  weeping  souls. 

Who  lonjc  to  be  forgiv'n. 
We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  you. 
From  the  good  Lord  of  heav'n. 

Ho!  every  one,  Sfc, 

6  There  is  a  fountain  deep  and  wide, 

For  sin  and  all  uncleanness, 
Come  drink  and  wash,  and  be  made  white, 
And  pi'ove  the  gospel  fulness. 

Ho!  every  one,  Sfc» 

7  Oh!  see  the  crowd  that*s  traveling  on. 

In  paths  of  self-denial, 
They  march  along  th*,'  banks  of  love, 
And  long  for  your  arrival. 

Ho.'  every  one,  Sfc. 

8  Shall  unbelief  debar  you  from 

The  knowledge  of  your  Saviour, 
Believe  andyouMl  be  justified. 
Believe  and  live  for  ever. 

Ho.'  every  one,  Sfc, 

9  I'm  not  surpria'd  that  saints  do  sing, 

Or  angels  shout  and  wonder, 
I  would  sing  glory  if  I  could. 
As  loud  as  mighty  thunder. 

Mo!  every  one,  £^c. 


1S8 

10  My  night  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone. 
My  soul  is  fiU'd  with  glory. 
Oh!  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  tell 
Love's  animating  story. 

Ho!  every  one,  S^e» 

XI  Let  heav'n  and  earth  with  me  unite, 
And  sing  and  shout  hosannah. 
The  Lord  has  pardon'd  all  my  sins. 
And  fill'd  my  soul  with  manna. 

Hoi  every  one,  Sfc^ 

12  Poor  sinners  often  laugh  and  scotF, 

Because  I  singhosannah. 
But  they  don't  know  what  this  doth  mean 
My  soul  is  eating  manna. 

Ho.'  every  one,  <|*c. 

13  My  old  companions  think  I'm  lost 

Because  1  sing  hosannah. 
But  they  would  sing  as  loud  as  me. 
If  they  had  tasted  manna. 

BoJ  every  ene,  <J*c^ 

14  The  cold  proffessors  do  detest 

Such  loud  noise  and  hosannahs; 
And  so  did  we  before  we  sought. 
And  found  his  holy  manna. 

Ho!  every  one,  <Sj'c, 

15  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay. 

My  soul  shall  sing  hosannah, 
With  happy  saints  that  shout  around, 
W^e'll  have  a  feast  of  manna. 

_^     Ho!  every  one,  S^c 


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16  A  glorious  throng  have  gone  before, 
Who  sing  and  shout  hosannah, 
Thej  stand  around  the  tree  of  life, 
And  always  gather  manna. 

Hoi  every  one,  S^e. 

{7  Come  on  ye  follow'rs  of  the  larab. 
Love  God  and  sing  hosannah. 
We  soon  shall  join  that  holy  throng, 
And  always  iive  on  manna. 

HoJ  every  one,  <Jt.  • 

HYMN  138.  P.M. 

The   wheat  and  tares, 

1  THO*  in  the  outward  church  below 
The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow; 
Jesus  «'er  long  will  weed  the  crop. 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up: 

For  soonthe  reaping  time  will  come^ 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

^  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there. 
To  recollect  their  stations  here. 
How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew? 

For  soonthe  reaping  time,  ^e., 

3  Oh!  this  will  aggravate  their  case. 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace; 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

And  soon,  J^q* 
16  * 


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4  We  seem  zVxke  when  thus  we  meet, 
Stranueis mig- 1  think  we  all  were  wheat; 
But  to  the  Lord's  all  searching  eyes 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

•Qnd  soon,  Sfc, 

5  The  tares  are  spar'd  for  various  ends; 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends; 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will. 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

But  soon,  S^c. 

6  But  tho*  thev  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  n(»t  require  them  long; 
In  harvest  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

For  soon^  <|*c. 

r  Most  awful  thought,  and  is  it  so, 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare? 
Me  for  that  harvest,  Lord  prepare. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time,  Sfc. 


HYMN  1S9.  P.  M. 

ROCK    OP    SALVATION. 

1  If  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not 
thy  heart, 
L«5t  the  gift  insnare  thee,  from  thy  God  te 
part; 


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His  favour  seek,  his  praises  speak. 
Fix  here  thy  hope's  foundation; 

Serve  him,  and  he  will  ever  be. 
The  Rock  of  thy  Salvation. 

2  If  distress  befall  thee,  painful  tho'  it  be, 

Le  t  not  grief  appal  thee,  to  thy  Saviour  flee,; 
He  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will  hear. 

And  calm  thy'perturbation; 
The  waves  of  woe,  shall  ne'er  o'er  flow. 

The  Rock  of  thy  Salvation. 

3  When  earth's  prospects  fail  thee,  let  it  not 

distress 
Better  comforts  wait  thee,  Christ  will  freely 
bless; 
To  Jesus  flee,  thy  prop  he'll  be. 

Thy  heavenly  consolation; 
For  griefs  below  cannot  o'erthrow. 
The  Rock  of  thy  Salvation. 

4  Dangers  may  approach  thee,  let  them  not 

alarm, 
Christ  will  ever  watch  thee,  and  protect  from 
harm; 
He  near  thee  stands,  with  mighty  hands, 
:  To  ward  oiF  each  temptation; 

To  Jesus  fly,  he's  ever  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  Salvation. 

5  Let  not  death  alarm  thee,  shrink  not  from  his 

blow, 
For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee,  and  Tictory 
bestow; 


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For  death  shall  bring,  to  thee  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  deso  ation; 
'Tis  gain  to  die,  with  Jesus  nigh* 

The  Rock  of  thj  Salvation. 


HYMN  141.  P.  M. 

1  GREAT  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners. 

Thou  hast  wond'rous  power  to  save; 
Grant  me  grace,  and  still  protect  me. 

Over  life's  tempestuous  wave: 
May  mv  soul  with  sacred  transport, 

View  the  dawn  while  yet  afar. 
And  until  the  sun  arises. 

Lead  me  by  the  morning  star. 

2  O!  what  madness!  01  what  folly. 

That  my  heart  should  go  astray; 
After  vain  and  foolish  trifles. 

Trifles  only  of  a  day: 
This  vain  world  witli  all  its  pleasures. 

Very  soon  will  be  no  more; 
There's  no  object  worth  admiring. 

But  the  God  whom  we  adore. 

S  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting. 

On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responders  still  repeating, 

Jesuif,  Jesus  is  their  theme: 
HarkI  they  whisper,  lo!  they  call  me'. 

Sister  spirit  come  away; 
Lo!  1  come,  earth  can't  contain  me, 

Hail  the  realms  of  endless  day. 


193 

4  Swiftly  roll  ye  ling'ring  hours, 

Seraphs  lend  your  glittering  wings; 
Love  absoives  my  ransom  powers. 

Heavenly  sounds  around  me  rings. 
Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory. 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky; 
When  by  faith  1  now  behold  you. 

ri I  enjoy  you  soon  on  high. 

HYMN  142.  S.M. 

The  Female  Pilgrim, 

i  WHITHER  go'st  thou,  Pilgrim,  stranger, 
Passing  through  this  dart  some  vale? 
Know'st  thou  not,  *tis  fuU  of  danger. 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail? 

I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 

2  PILGRIM,  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

VVandeting  o'er  this  waste  so  wide; 
Yet  no  harm  will  e'erbefal  uie. 

While  Pm  blest  with  such  a  GUIDE. 
I*m  bound,  <J*c. 

3  Such  a  Guide! — No  guide  attends  thee. 

Hence  for  thee  niy  fears  arise; 
If  a  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

/'w  bounds  8^c» 


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4  Yes,  unseen — but  still,  believe  mc. 

Such  a  Guide  my  steps  attends  ; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 
He  from  everj  harm  defends. 

I'm  bound,  5m^ 

5  Pilgrim!  see  that  stream  before  thee. 

Darkly  windin*  through  the  vale; 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roil  o*er  the6. 

Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail? 

I'mljoundt  &gc. 

6  No:  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful j 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I  bend, 
Tliere  to  plunge  will  be  de'ightful — 
There  my  pilgrimage  vi^ill  end. 

I'm  bound,  &e. 

T  Whilp  r  wazVl — with  speed  su  'prising 

Down  the  stream  she  plung'd  from  sight; 
Gazing  stili,  i  saw  her  risi'g. 
Like  an  angel, cloth'd  with  light. 

Inn  bound,  &c. 


HYMN  143.     P.  M. 

Gloom  of  autumn, 

1  HATL,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
Learn  with  me  your  certain  doom 
Learn  witli  me  your  fate  to-morrow. 
Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 


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195 

See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn^ 

Life  from  vegetation  flying. 

Calls  to  mind  the  moulding  urn. 

Lo!  in  yonder  forest  standing. 

Lofty  cedars  how  they  nod, 
Scenes  of  nature,  how  surprising; 

Read  in  nature,  nature's  God. 
"While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  our  friends  are  yearly  dropping 

We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 


Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring. 

Noisy  waters  round  me  rise. 
While  I  sit  my  fate  deploring. 

Tears  fast  streaming  from  my  eyes. 
What  to  me  is  autumn's  treasure. 

Since  1  know  no  earthly  joy. 
Long  have  I  lost  all  youthful  pleasure. 

Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 

Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  tliem, 

Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind. 
Now  they're  gone  like  leaves  of  autumn, 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind. 
When  a  few  more  days  are  wasted. 

And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o*er. 
When  a  few  more  8;riefs  I've  tasted, 

I  shall  rise  to  fall  no  more. 


196 

Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining 

Soon  'twill  set  in  endless  night. 
But  my  hopes  pure  and  reviving, 

Rise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing, 

Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom, 
Then  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 

Shall  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 


HYMN  144.  P.  M. 

1  As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methinks  1  see  a  bloody  cross. 

Where  a  poor  victim  hangs; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore. 
His  limbs  all  dress'd  in  purple  gore, 

Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to  «ee, 
1  ask'd,  who  can  this  victim  be. 

In  such  exquisite  pain? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes,  I  cried, 
"'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  God  reply'd, 

"To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  God  for  rebel  mortals  dies! 
How  can  it  be!  niy  soul  replies. 

What!  Jesus  die  for  me! 
"Yes,"  saith  the  sulT'ring  Son  of  God, 
"1  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 

"For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 


197 

Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  freely  giv'n^ 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heaven. 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love; 
Then  at  thy  feet,  O  God,  I'll  fall. 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  145.    P.  M. 

1  Seethe  eternalJudge descending, 
Seated  on  his  father's  throne; 
Now  poor  sinner,  Christ  will  shew  thee 
That  he's  with  the  Father  one: 

Trumpet's  call  thee. 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

ft  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting. 
At  the  sight  of  fiercer  pain; 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting. 
But  lie  weeps  and  cries  in  vain: 

Greatly  mourning. 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love: 
0!  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  [  felt  his  spirit  move! 

Doomed  I'm  justly. 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted. 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul, 
If  mv  vows  to  him  I  plighted 
If 


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Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all: 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  thej  roll! 

There  I  see  m  j  godly  neighbours, 
Who  were  once  despis'd  by  me, 

Now  they're  clad  in  dazzling  splendour. 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see: 

Farewell  neighbours — 
Dismal  gulph  I'm  bound  for  thee. 


6  Hail!  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness. 

Groaning,  rattling,  of  your  chains! 
Christ  has  now  denounc'd  my  sentence, 
I'm  to  dwell  in  endless  pains; 

Down  I'm  rolling, 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  plainly  shews  me. 

Hell  is  not  a  fabled  thing, 
Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory. 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing, 

I'm  tormented 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 


HYMN  146.    P.  Mi  i 

i 

The  benefit  of  Prayer.  J 

1  WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet,  | 

In  comin*  to  the  mercv  seat;  I 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer,  1 

But  wishes  to  be  often  there.  ^ 


i 


199 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  clouds  withdraw. 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw. 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  ev*ry  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight. 
Player  inakes  the  Christian's  armour  bright. 
And  Satan  trembies  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  When  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side: 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd. 
That  moment  Amalek  prevailed. 

5  Have  you  no  words?  Ah,  think  ag:ain, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain. 
And  fill  your  fellow  creatures*  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  time  that's  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplications  sent: 

Our  cheerful  >ongs  would  oftener  be. 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me. 


HYMN  148.  C.  M. 
For  a  believer  in  worldly  business^ 

LO  I  come,  with  joy  to  do 

My  master's  blessed  will; 
Him  in  outward  things  pursue. 

And  serve  his  pleasure  still; 


200 

Faithful  to  my  Lord's  commands, 
I  still  would  choose  the  better  part, 

Serve  with  careful  Martha's  hands. 
And  humble  Marj's  heart* 

2  Careful  without  care  I  am. 

Nor  feel  my  happy  toil; 
Kept  in  peace  by  Jesu's  name, 

Supported  by  his  smile. 
Joyful  thus  my  faith  to  shew, 

1  find  his  service  my  reward; 
Every  work  I  do  below, 

I  do  it  to  the  Lord. 

3  Thou  0  Lord  in  tender  love; 

Dost  all  mj  burdens  bear; 
Lift  my  heart  to  things  above. 

And  keep  it  ever  there. 
Calm  on  tumult's  wheel  I  sit, 

'Midst  busy  multitudes,  alone; 
^weetly  waiting  at  thy  feeU 

Till  all  thy  will  be  done. 

4  To  the  desert  or  the  cell. 

Let  others  blindly  fly; 
In  this  evil  world  I  dwell. 

Unhurt,  unspotted  L 
Here  1  find  an  house  of  prayer. 

To  which  1  inwardly  retire; 
Walking  unconcevn'd  in  care, 

And  unconsum'd  in  fire. 


201 

5  Thou,  0  Lord  mj  portion  art, 

Before  I  hence  remove; 
Now  my  treasure  and  my  heart, 

Are  all  laid  up  above. 
Far  above  these  earthly  things 

While  yet  my  hands  are  here  employed/ 
Sees  my  soul  the  King  of  kings. 

And  freely  talks  with  God. 

6  0  that  all  the  earth  might  know, 

Of  living  thus  to  thee. 
Find  their  heaven  begun  below. 

And  here  thy  goodness  see. 
Walk  in  ali  thy  works  preparM, 

By  thee  to  exercise  thy  grace. 
Till  they  gain  their  full  reward. 

And  see  tliy  glorious  face. 

HYMN  149.  CM. 
Jt  the  funeral  of  a  young  person. 

WHEN  bloomin<r  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Ourliearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay; 

Which  pity  must  demand; 

2  While  pity  prompts  tlie  rising  sigh, 
O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power,—'!  too  must  die" 
Sink  deep  in  every  hreast. 
17  * 


1 


202 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene. 

May  every  heart  obey; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart. 

With  cleansing,  healing  power; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart, 
For  death's  all  solemn  hour. 


HYMN  J  40.  P.  M. 

1  LORD,  and  am  I  vet  alive. 
Not  in  torments,  not  m  hell. 
Still  doth  thy  good  Spirit  strive — 
With  the  chief  of  sinners  dwell! 

2'ell  it,  unto  sinners  tell, 
lam,  I  am  out  of  helL 

2  Yes,  I  still  lift  up  mine  eyes. 
Will  not  of  thy  love  despair: 
Still,  in  spite  of  sin,  I  rise. 
Still  I  bow  to  thee  in  pray 'r. 

Tellit,^'e. 


203 

0  the  length  and  breadth  of  love: 
Jesus,  Saviour,  can  it  be? 

All  thy  mercy's  height  I  prove. 
All  the  depth  is  seen  in  me. 

Tell  it,  Sfc, 

See  a  bush  that  burns  with  fire, 
Unconsum'd  amid  the  flame! 
Turn  aside  the  sight  t'  admire— 

1  the  livins:  wonder  am! 

Tell  it  ^c. 


*o 


See  a  stone  that  hangs  in  air! 

See  a  spark  in  ocean  live! 

Kept  alive  with  death  so  near, 

I  to  God  the  glory  give: 

Ever  tell — to  sinners  tell, 
I  am,  I  am  out  of  hell. 


HYMN   151.  L.  M. 

1  WHILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
And  view  the  scene  on  either  hand. 
My  spirit  struggles  with  my  clay. 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

2  Where  Jesus  dwells  my  soul  would  be. 
And  faints  my  much-lov'd  Lord  to  see: 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  to  my  heart, 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 


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3  Come,  ye  angelic  donvojs,  come. 
And  lead  the  willing;  pifgrims  home! 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesu*s  throne. 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own* 

4  That  blissful  interview,  how  sweet 
To  fall  transported,  at  his  feet! 
Rais'd  in  his  arms  to  view  his  face. 
Thro'  the  full  beaming  of  his  grace. 

5  As  with  the  seraph's  voice  to  sing, 
To  fly  as  on  a  cherub's  wino! 
Performing  with  unweary'd  hands. 
The  present  Saviour's  high  commands. 

6  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight, 
We'll  wait  the  signal  for  the  flight; 
For  while  thy  service  we  pursue. 
We  find  a  heav'n  in  all  we  do. 


HYMN  152.  S.  M. 

1  0  WHY  should  unbelief 
Stay  the  Almighty's  hand. 
That  hand  which  holds  my  sure  relief, 
Though  earth  and  hell  withstand. 

t  My  soul,  believe  and  pray. 
Without  a  doubt  believe,. 
Whate'er  we  ask  in  God's  own  way, 
We  shall  in  truih  re^ceire. 


205 

Here  stands  the  promise  fair, 
i  For  God  cannot  repeat; 

■       To  fervent  per?eve?in^  pray'r, 
He'il  every  blessing  grant. 

HYMN  153.  S.  M. 

Believers  Sufferings. 

1  Show  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 
|s  laid  for  your  faith  m  his  excellent  word. 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath,, 
j         said 

[You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 
i 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  in  health, 

j  In  poverty's  vail,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 
At  home  and  abroad,  in  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
f  'As  thy  days  muy  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be. 

^  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
*I,  i  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  t  tea  aid; 
*ril  strengthen  thee,  help  tliee  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
•Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hand. 

4 1  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to 

*The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 
*For  r  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
*Aud  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 


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5  *When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path  way  fchall 

lie, 
'My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply, 
•The  flame  shal-  not  hurt  thee,  I  oniy  desiin 
*Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  torelne^ 

6  'Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove, 
*My  soverign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
*And  when  hoary  hairs  shall"  these  temples 

adorn, 
'Like  lambs  they  shall   still  in  thy  bosom  be 

borne. 

7  'The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose 
*I  will  not,  I  will  no'<;  desert  to  bis  foes, 
'That  soul,  tough  ail  hell  should  endeavoar 

to  shake, 
'I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake.' 

HYMN    153.    L.  M. 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Gh)ry  dy'd. 
My  richest  gain  i  count  but  loss, 

And  p'ur  contempt  on  all  my  pride? 
Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  i  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God: 
All  the  vain  things  thtt  ciiarm  me  moit, 

I  sacritice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  hi:*  hards,  his  ^eet. 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingle*!  down: 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  so  row  meet, 
Ur  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 


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"Were  the  wliole  real™  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small: 

Xove  so  amazing,  so  divine. 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  alL 

HYMN  154.    CM. 

1  JESUS,  T  love  thy  charming  name, 

*Tis  music  to  my  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 

That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 
Yes  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul. 

My  transport  and  my  trust. 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys; 

And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

Chor, — ^  Saviour!  let  creation  singi 
A  Saviour!  let  all  heaven  ring! 
He's  God  with  us,  ivefeel  him  ours, 
^isfulnfss  in  our  souls  he  pow  s, 
'Tin  almost  done — 'tis  almost  o'er, 
We''re  jomiyig  them  who're  gone  before. 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  0  may  thy  grace  still  cheer  my  heart? 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there! 
The  noblest  balm  of  ail  its  wounds. 

The  cordial  of  its  care. 
I'll  speak  tiie  honours  of  thy  name, 

^Vith  my  last  iab'ring  breath; 
"When  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms: 

My  joy  in  life  and  death. 

Ji  Saviour,  Sfc, 


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HYMN  155.    L.  M. 

1  SHEW  me  the  souls  to  doubt  expos'd,  I 
To  such  this  question  is  propos'd:  j 

Ask  saith  the  Lord,  and  let  me  know,    j 
What  I  shall  now  on  thee  bestow. 

S  Say,  what  thy  wants,  and  what  thy  woas! 
Dost  thou  in  me  thy  trust  repose! , 
Art  thou  my  friend  sincerely  true?        j 
Speak,  for  thy  springs  of  thought  I  vie^. 

3  Art  thou  to  seriousness  inclin'd,  ! 
Ask,  and  I'll  solemnize  thy  mind? 
Dost  thou  want  love  to  Jesus*  name!     j 
Ask,  and  his  matchless  love  proclaim. 

4  Dost  thou  want  peace  and  pardon  sealfd 
Ask,  for  they  wait  to  be  reveal'd? 
Dost  thou  want  faith  and  holy  fear. 
Ask,  and  behold  the  blessings  near, 

5  Dost  thou  want  strength  'gainst  sin  to  fight^ 
Ask,  and  I'll  make  thee  strong  in  mi^ht: 
Dost  thou  want  light  and  life  divine? 

Ask,  and  eternal  life  is  thine. 

@  Wilt  thou  be  made  completely  wholef 
Ask,  and  I'll  renovate  thy  soul: 
This  instant  ask,  arise  and  pray. 
Nor  lose  such  blessings  by  delay. 

HYMN  156.    P.  M. 
Fleeting  moments, 
I  I'll  si] Kg  my  Saviour's  grace, 

Aad  his  dear  name  PI  I  praise. 


209 

While  in  this  land  of  sorrow  I  remalD; 

My  troubles  soon  will  end. 

And  my  soul  ascend. 
When  freed  from  this  dull  clod  of  cumb'r'ftiu 
clay. 

2  A  pilgrim  here  below. 
While  in  this  vale  of  woe, 

I  live  in  exile,  mourning  like  the  dove; 

My  days  in  sorrow  roll. 

And  my  weary  soul, 
With  earnest  longings  pants  to  mount  above. 

3  Tho'  few  my  days  have  been. 

Much  trouble  1  have  seen,  ^ 

And  deep  afflictions  1  have  waded  through; 

For  thorny  is  the  way. 

To  eternal  day, 
Yet  forward  will  1  press,  and  onward  go. 

4  Another  day  is  gone, 
And  yon  declining  sun. 

Has  veiPd  his  radiant  beams  in  sable  shadeg, 
While  gloomy  darkness  reigns. 
O'er  the  extensive  plains, 

And  awful  silence  close  the  solemn  scene. 

5  Thus  rapid  flies  away, 
Ev'ry  succeeding  day, 

And  life's  declining  light  draws  to  a  close; 

This  life's  short  setting  sun. 

Will  in  death  go  down. 
And  lay  my  weary  limbs  in  sweet  repose. 
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6  On  eagle's  wings  of  love. 
Then  I'll  mount  above. 

And  find  my  passage  safe  to  endless  day; 

Then  happy  sweet  surprise; 

What  gteat  new  wonders  rise, 
When  freed  from  this  dull  clod  of  cumb'rous 
clay. 

7  0  what  a  glorious  sight, 
And  wliat  supreme  deiight, 

Will  strike  my  raptur'd  soul  when  I  behold — 

Fair  Salem's  gates  1  see. 

Open  Hy  to  me. 
And  streets  of  glittVing  new  transparent  gold. 

o  But  oh!  and  shall  I  then. 

Behold  the  friend  of  men. 
The  man  who  suflfer'd,  bled,  and  dyd  for  me; 

Who  bore  my  load  of  sin. 

Sorrow,  grief,  and  pajn. 
To  make  me  liappy,  and  to  set  me  free? 

9  To  living  fountains  then. 
And  to  rich  pastures  green. 

To  trees  of  paradise  he  leads  his  lambs; 

W^hile  millions  falling  down; 

Prostrate  al  around, 
And  at  his  footstool  cast  their  glitt'ring  crowns. 

10  Ye  heav'nly  arches  ring, 
Sing  Hallelujah,  sintr, 

Hail!  hol}^  holy,  holy,  blee<ling  lamb; 
.-    Once  1  was  dead  in  sin, 
But  now  I  live  agaii). 
And  glory,  glory,  glory  to  his  name- 


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A. 


Almighty  love  inspire  my  heart,  &c, 
Awab/a  by  Sinia's  awful  sound 
Awake!  O  guilty  world,  awake! 
Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair 
Attend,  young*  friends   while  I  relate 
Arise,  and  hail  the  sacred  day 
Afflictions  tho'  they  seen  severe 
Angels  roll  tlie  rock  away 
All  bail  the  power  of  Jesu's  name! 
And  will  the  judge  descend 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 
A  few  more  days  on  earth  to  spend. 
As  near  to  Calvary  1  pass'd 

B. 

Bright  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense, 
Burst,  ye  emerald  gates  and  bri.ng     - 
Brethren,  we  have  met  to  worship 
Behold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine 
Begone!  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 

C. 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed. 
Come,  and  taste  along  with  me. 
Come,  all  ye  weary  travellers. 
Come  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
Come,  my  soul  thy  suit  prepare, 
Co. lie,  my  soul,  and  let  us  try. 
Come  humble  sinner  in  whose  breast, 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspirej 


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Come,  g'raclous  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,    -        -  141 

Gast  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord,         ...  151 

Come,  and  taste  along  with  me,         ...  156 

Come  and  taste  along  witli  me,        -      .  .         -  164 

♦  D. 

Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming?            -            -  30 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert,               -            -  61 

Dearest  Jesus,  tho' unseen,       -            .            -  133 

Didstthou  dear  Jesus  suftershame         -            -  138 

Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming            •            -  177 

E. 

Exulting,  rejoicing,  hail  the  happy  morning      -  166 

F. 

From  the  regions  of  love,  &c.     -            -            -  14 

From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain,              -  56 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone,              -  55 

Far  above  yon  glorious  ceiling              -            -  73 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand  97 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren  I  bid  you  farewell,  99 

From  whence  does  the  union  arise,       »            -  113 

From  Egypt  lately  fled             -            -            -  122 

Friends  of  Jesus  come  and  dwell           -           -  124 

G. 

God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints,     -            -  128 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah             -             -  151 

Grant,  gracious  Father  that  tliis  day,                -  173 

Great  God  on  thee  our  trust  is  stay'd    -             -  174 

Great  Kedeemer,  friend  of  sinners        -            -  192 

H. 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace,         -           -  9 


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How  lost  was  flay  condition,                  ^  -  2o 

Hair,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began,    .  •  24 

Hark!  the  jubilee  is  sounding;                 -  %  74! 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord,                 -  .  96 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight,  -  101 

Hither,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of  triumph  125 

Hark!  from  thetombs  a  doleful  sound     .  .  139 

Hark!  hark!  what  sounds  are  these  so  pleasing  148 

How  dreadful  is  the  thought  of  death,  ,  184 

Hail  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow                 .  •  194 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord  .  205 

I. 

In  the  house  of  king  David  a  fountain  did  spring  83 

I  love  my  blessed  Saviour,                      .  .  104 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee  my  love,  .  108 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint,          .  .  119 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,  -  123 

In  every  trouble,  sharp  and  strong,       .  »  147 

It  grieves  me,  Lord,  it  grieves  me  sore,  .  182 

If  Hfc's  pleasures  tharra  thee     .           .  »  190 

J. 

Jesus,  at  thy  command,  •  .  .35 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,    »  •  .54. 

Jesus!  and  shall  it  evey  be,         .  .  .63 

Jesus  I  love  thy  charming  name             .  .  207 


L. 

Listed  into  the  cause  of  sin. 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends. 

Lord  my  ransom'd  soul  adores  thee, 

Lord!  when  together  here  we  meet, 

Lo  1  come  with  joy  to  do 

L»rd,  and  am  I  yet  aUr* 


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Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David!     . 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 

My  God  was  with  me  all  the  nig-ht, 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join 

My  soul  be  on  thy  guard, 

N. 
Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 

0. 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour  to  thee  I  submit, 

O  how  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of  God, 

Oh  give  me  Lord  my  sins  to  mourn 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

O  thou,  in  whose  presence, 

O  God  my  heart  with  love  niflame, 

O  Jesus,  now  thy  power  display, 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine. 

Our  soids  by  love  together  knit, 

O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see,    . 

U  for  a  breeze  of  heav'nly  love, 

O  Zion  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 

O  give  me  Lord  my  sins  to  mourn. 

On  the  brink  of  fury  ruin, 

O  thou  whose  guardian  care  hath  kept, 
-  O  hearken  si.,nei*s  we  have  cause 

O  why  should  unbelief  . 

R. 

Ri&e  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings 

s. 

^aw  ye  my  Saviour!  See.     .         -         -        - 
Stop'poor  sinner;  stop  and  think. 
Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love. 
Signers  hear  tiie  Saviour's  call, 
Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope. 
Stop  poor  singer  and  look  yonder;    -        - 
Sweet  muse  descend  and  bless  tUe  shades- 


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Soon  will  this  mortal  life  be  o'er,      -        -  -  185 

Seethe  eternalJudge  descending,     -        -  -  197 

T. 

The  son  of  man  they  did  betray,             -  -  27 

Throughout  the  Savioui-'s  life  we  trace.  -  31 

The  voice  of  free  grace,              -             -  -  36 

This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show,        -  -  50 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure,        -            -  52 

The  Lord's  into  his  garden  come,          -  56 

There  is  a  heav'n  o'er  yonder  skies,      -  64 

The  wonderous  love  of  Jesus,     -             -  -  66 

The  reason  we  love  friendship,              -  -  67 

The  sacred  ties  of  friendship,    -            -  91 

There  we  shall  reign  v.-ith  Jesus,  Sec.     -  -  93 

There  is  a  holy  city,         -             -             -  -  114 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound,          -  -  128 

Thou  God  of  J  abez  hear;  -  -  .149 

Thro'  all  the  downward  tracts  of  time,  *  -  150 
The  trump  of  the  gospel  resounds  thro'  the  land,  167 

The  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press,      -  -  18  J 

Tho'  in  the  outward  Church  below.      -  -  189 

V. 

Yital  spark  of  heav'nly  flame.      .            .            .  159 

w. 

AVhat  liappy  children  who  follow  Jesus,             .  79 
With  love  and  pity  I  look  round. .          .             .110 

When  languor  and  disease  invade,          .             .  145 

When  the  fierce  north  wind  with  his  airy  forces,  162 

When  faith  presents  the  Saviour's  death,           •  169 

Whither   goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger    .             .  193 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,         .  •  19S 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away,          .  201 

While  on  tlie  verge  of  life  I  stand,          .  •  203 

vVheii  I  survey  the  wonderous  cross,     •  207 


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Pagf. 
Ye  children  of  Zion,  tvho're  aiming  for  glory,  i  5 

Ye  sons  of  war  I  pray  draw  near,  .  .        11 

Ye  jewels  of  my  master,  .  ,  .37 

Ye  weary.  hea^7  laden  souls,       .  .  ,94 

Ye  saints  of  Jesus  courage  take,  ,  ,       117 

Ye  humble  souls  approach  your  God,   .  .131 

Ye  virgin  souls  arise        .  .  ,       132 

Yonder  amazing  sight's  I  see,     ,  -  ,       135 

Young  people  all  attention  give>  ..  ^      175 


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